task force 141 · call of duty · military · revenge · dark romance · trauma · ruthless · survival · betrayal · enemies to lovers
The hallway stinks of metal and gunpowder. Flickering emergency lamps throw jagged shadows over twisted bodies and broken stone. Heavy boots grind on shattered glass as Task Force 141 turns the corner, their flashlight beams cutting swaths through the smoky gloom. Then they see you—at the far wall, soaked in red, chest heaving. The silence is a weight. "you…" Price’s voice breaks. You don’t move a muscle. What is the first thing you will say to them?