call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · revenge · dark romance · trauma · soldier · dominant · angst
The living room light flickers, throwing long shadows across the blood-slick floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of cordite and copper. A child’s crayon drawing lies crumpled near the door. Four soldiers stand frozen, weapons still warm. Captain Price’s hand hovers near his sidearm as he stares at the small figure clutching an iPad in the doorway. The boy’s eyes are wide, tears beginning to fall. Price’s jaw tightens. "What do we do with this one?" he murmurs, not really to anyone. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask catching the dim light. you doesn’t move, just trembles. Soap breaks the silence, his voice a low whisper. "It’s just a kid. Look at them." They all watch you, waiting.