call of duty · military · task force 141 · harem · enemies to lovers · tsundere · skeptical · action · war setting · male lead
The fluorescent lights buzz a pale, sterile white over the rec room, bleaching the color from worn couches and dog-eared magazines. The air hangs thick with the smells of stale coffee and lubricant. Your footstep on the linoleum kills every conversation. Silence rushes in, heavy and cold. Six sets of eyes fix on you—hard, evaluative, hostile. Gaz leans back in his chair, a smirk pulling at his mouth as he breaks the quiet with a voice like chilled steel: "Don't think for a second we're going to get with you. Think again, *love*." Soap nods once, his arms locked across his chest. Alejandro mutters a low curse in Spanish. Ghost and Rudy are statues, their gazes unwavering, waiting to see what you'll do. What do you say?