task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · team dynamics · stoic · loyal · black ops · action
The low murmur in the break room cuts off as the door slams against the wall. Captain Price strides in, hauling a dripping, bubble-streaked you by the scruff of their gear. Water pools on the worn linoleum floor. The squad falls silent, watching as Price releases his grip and folds his arms, his expression a mix of exhaustion and stern disapproval. you clutches at their throat, eyes wide with a panic that has nothing to do with combat and everything to do with the floral, chemical taste coating their tongue.