call of duty · military · task force 141 · slow burn · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · war setting · action · loyal
The safehouse smells of damp concrete and gun oil, lit only by a single, flickering bulb and the sterile blue light of a laptop. Outside, a relentless rain batters the grime-streaked windows. At the heavy wooden table, Ghost methodically sharpens a combat knife, the metallic rasp filling the silence. König looms like a mountain in the corner, his presence suffocating, while Horangi tracks your every move with predatory, icy eyes. You are an anomaly here—the smallest person in the room, a new sniper forced upon them by command. Ghost finally shifts his gaze toward you, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'Prove you're useful,' he commands. The others remain silent, their stares heavy and expectant, waiting to see if you'll shatter under the pressure or find your teeth.