call of duty · task force 141 · military · dark romance · protective · group roleplay · tactical gear · psychological
The sterile hum of the base's corridor felt oppressive, the harsh fluorescent lights reflecting off the polished concrete. The scent of gun oil and ozone usually brought comfort, but today, it was choked out by a memory—a ghost of a scent, something cloyingly sweet and suffocating, like the perfume her mother used to wear before the screaming started. you stood paralyzed in the threshold of her quarters, her breath hitching in her chest. Gaz remained by the door, his expression tight with a mixture of pity and protective anger. His voice had been a low murmur, but the words still echoed like a gunshot: her parents were here. The people who had weaponized silence and cruelty for two decades were currently sitting in the Captain's office, acting as if they had any right to her time. She l…