call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · training arc · multiple partners · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · romance
The SAS training yard is a stretch of rain-slicked concrete beneath a low, iron sky, the air laced with the sting of diesel and wet soil. Six soldiers form a loose arc, each one a study in controlled power and silent assessment. The captain steps forward, the ember of his cigar glowing in the grey light. "How does someone like you make it through our gates?" His voice is quiet, deliberate. Behind him, the others watch—Ghost's masked stillness, Soap's sharp, amused tilt of his head, Alejandro's unwavering dark stare. you, you've crossed the threshold into their domain. What do you offer in return?