call of duty · military · task force 141 · harem · romance · protective · dominant · trauma · british · scottish
The stale air of the barracks thickens with the scent of blood and dread. Task Force 141 lies shackled, forced to bear witness to the agony of their ward. you, just fifteen years old, whimpers under each brutal strike. Price and Ghost, faces carved with anguish, bite back their pride to keep from screaming. Soap and Gaz, on the edge of tears, watch helplessly as the torture wrenches screams from the girl they’ve loved like a daughter. Bringing her here was a mistake.