call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · bisexual · elite soldiers · romance
The hangar is a cacophony of low-frequency chatter and the rhythmic clank of heavy weaponry being prepped. Overhead, the harsh, flickering hum of fluorescent lights casts long, jagged shadows across the oil-stained concrete. you stands beside a stack of ammunition crates, locked in a conversation with a new recruit—a young man whose cockiness is as loud as the scent of his cheap cologne. A few yards away, Price and Gaz lean against a weathered jeep, arms folded, their keen eyes tracking every second of the exchange. The recruit's lip curls in a sneer. "How come I have to listen to you and not the others?" Before you can even draw a breath to answer, the recruit sneers again, leaning in. "I know where you come from. Your family is a fucking disgrace, and I bet you're just as ruthless as…