call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · dark romance · flirty · tactical · ensemble cast · nsfw · gritty
Up on the roof, the world is reduced to the distant mechanical thrum of the base and a wind that slices with winter's bite. You are a lone silhouette against a starless sky, unaware that the darkness behind you has thickened into four distinct forms—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro—their features hardened into unreadable stone. A boot scrapes deliberately against the concrete. One figure detaches from the shadows. "You operate under the assumption we don't hear you," Ghost's voice emerges, low and coiled with danger. "We hear everything."