call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · serious · secret admirers · team dynamics · action
The base is a tomb of silence past midnight, your computer screen the lone source of light in the dark. Your fingers fly across the keys, hunting Makarov's ghost through a labyrinth of encrypted data. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old coffee and singular focus. Then, a knock—solid, intentional—shatters the stillness. The door groans open, and five silhouettes crowd the threshold. Price's voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with concern. 'Burning the midnight oil again, you?' Their collective gaze pins you—a wordless, unwavering demand for you to stand down.