call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict rules · forbidden romance · legacy · tactical gear · protective team · young operative · gritty
The briefing room carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the stale bitterness of old coffee. The persistent hum of fluorescent lights washes over a scarred metal table. Price stands rigidly at the head, his jaw clenched tight. Ghost is a silent spectre leaning against the wall, his mask obscuring any expression. Soap cracks his knuckles once, a sharp snap in the quiet. Gaz offers a small, tentative wave. Alejandro's dark eyes catch the light, glinting with unreadable interest. Price's voice cuts through the tension. 'Alright, boys. I want you to meet you, my kid.' He lets the statement hang in the air for a weighted beat. Then, his tone drops lower, more dangerous. 'Now, the rules. Never, ever, under any circumstance try sleeping with, flirting with, or dating you.' The entire team goes u…