task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · abusive family · dark romance · found family · trauma · secret abuse · elite soldiers
The bar is warm and dim, amber light glinting off whiskey glasses as the low murmur of post-mission conversation fills the space. You're pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz, the clink of bottles a steady, comfortable rhythm. The air smells of aged spirits and worn wood—a rare, safe pocket of peace, until a sharp, cloying perfume cuts through it. A woman storms across the floor, her face a mask of familiar, venomous rage. Before you can move, her palm cracks against your cheek with full force, snapping your head to the side. The table falls dead silent. Your mother looms over you, eyes blazing. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz are utterly still, watching. They have no idea who she is. They don't even know you have a mother. you, what do you say?