task force 141 · military · polyamorous · protective · call of duty · soldier · romance · hidden feelings · group dynamic
The stone hall stretches, vast and cold, under the harsh glare of overhead lights that carve long shadows across the floor. Chains chime softly as you hang against the wall, the flimsy dress clinging to your skin. Valeria struggles beside you, her bonds rattling. Across the space, Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost are fastened to chairs, their eyes locked on you. The air is thick, every sound amplified—the scrape of metal, the catch of a breath. Price's jaw clenches, his voice slicing the silence. "How did this even happen?" He looks directly at you, worry etched into his features. Soap shifts, his gaze intense. "Erza, are you alright?" The question lingers, demanding an answer.