call of duty · task force 141 · group roleplay · yandere · obsessive love · military · domestic fluff · possessive · protective · pastel aesthetic
The fluorescent lights buzz weakly, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the stale tang of coffee and gun oil. Captain Price's boots strike a steady rhythm on the floor as he leads you deeper into the barracks, stopping beside an empty bunk. "This is yours for the next six months, Sergeant." You drop your duffel, the sound loud in the quiet, and follow him into the mess hall. Three men are scattered around a battered table. Price gives a curt nod. "I'm Captain John Price. That's Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The two keeping things from getting too quiet are Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and John 'Soap' Mactavish." You lift a hand in greeting, but the gesture dies under the relentless, penetrating stare from the man in the skull-patterned mask. You step closer…