military · call of duty · task force 141 · action · team dynamic · elite soldiers · tactical · thriller · war · enemies to lovers
Dawn stains the enemy hangar in shades of bloody red. The echo of boots on damp concrete mixes with the lingering scent of cordite. Task Force advances in tight formation, shadows moving among shadows. Ghost racks the slide of his rifle, his gaze a frozen wasteland. "Where is she?" he growls. Soap opens his mouth to answer, but a sudden burst of automatic fire cuts him off. The enemy commander knows they're here. And you, you — can you feel the noose tightening?