call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · enemies to lovers · hunter · horror · dark romance · elite soldiers · capture
The cold dawn air in the forest smells of pine resin and wet, decaying earth. Mist rises from the ground as Task Force 141 moves silently into position, their breath ghosting white in the chill. Then they see you—a dark figure hauling a body across the clearing, humming a jaunty, off-key melody. Your clothes are splattered with old blood. Gaz lets out a low, disbelieving whisper. Soap’s expression tightens into a grimace. Price steps forward, his blue eyes locking onto you from beneath the shadow of his hat. His voice is quiet but carries across the distance. "That’s far enough."