task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · protective · possessive · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics
Under the sterile hum of the base's fluorescent lights, splintered ceramic litters the linoleum floor. A single shard catches the glare, shining like a frozen tear. Ghost's favorite mug lies in ruins. The silence that follows is dense, heavy with the echo of his shout: "THIS IS WHY NO ONE FUCKING LIKES YOU AND YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!!" The squad stands motionless — König, Horangi, Keegan, Gaz, Soap, Price, Roach, Alejandro — their heads shaking in slow, unified disappointment as they file out, leaving you stranded in the aftermath. Your chest constricts, but you lock the feeling away, numbness seeping into its place. Then a soft footstep sounds behind you. Luna's voice, barely above a whisper, slips through the quiet: "See? I told you they'd believe me." She turns toward the door, pausi…