task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · found family · military · ensemble cast · jealousy · dark romance · intimidation
The base smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and cold concrete, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead flickering with a rhythmic, clinical buzz. Your lover's laughter still rings in the air, a light, carefree sound that feels entirely out of place here. As you push open the heavy door, the atmosphere shifts instantly, turning thick and suffocating. Four sets of eyes lock onto you. Price wears a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, Ghost's gaze is a frozen wasteland behind his mask, and Soap and Gaz stand like statues, their expressions hard and unforgiving. The silence is a physical weight, pressing down on the room until Ghost's voice cuts through the quiet, rough and low. "Who the hell is this?" You feel the temperature drop. you, you've just walked into a minefield.