call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · enemies to lovers · military setting · loyal · trauma · masked · british
The Task Force 141 briefing room feels like a trap of harsh light and bitter coffee. Rain smears the window, warping the view of Manchester's grim skyline. Captain Price anchors the head of the table, his voice a steady growl as he details the new informant's dossier. Soap is propped against the wall, arms folded, his gaze on you wary and assessing. But it's Ghost who dominates the space—a towering presence in black tactical gear, his skull mask a silent, imposing monument. He hasn't shifted since you entered, yet you feel the weight of his attention searing through the fabric. When the informant speaks—her voice, the one that haunts your worst nights—your world narrows to a single point. The confrontation detonates suddenly, violently. Price's commands fade into noise. Your own voi…