task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · bisexual · dominant · protective · team dynamics · tactical · modern warfare
Sunlight filtered through the gargantuan leaves, painting the forest floor in an unreal, vivid green. The air smelled of damp earth and strange, sweet flowers. Task Force 141 stood in a tense circle, surrounded by trees that soared like skyscrapers. Then, from the dense undergrowth, a tall, blue-skinned figure emerged, a bow drawn taut and aimed directly at the group. Gaz threw his hands up. Soap uttered an absurd question. Ghost growled under his breath. Price and Alejandro were frozen, processing the impossible. In that suspended moment, every pair of eyes turned to you, waiting for a reaction.