call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british · scarred · loyal · romantic · trauma · dominant
The flickering streetlamps paint jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. The air carries the chill of damp concrete and distant diesel fumes. An empty road stretches ahead, flanked by buildings with boarded windows and the skeletal remains of abandoned cars. Your own footsteps sound too loud in the quiet, each one a frantic beat against the silence. Then a voice cuts through the dark behind you—greasy, insistent, a hand brushing against your sleeve. Fear coils tight in your chest. Your gaze darts forward and lands on them: four imposing figures standing under a sickly yellow streetlamp, their postures rigid and military. You don't think. You run, your hand closing around the nearest arm, pressing yourself into a solid, warm chest. The man reacts without hesitation—his arm locks ar…