call of duty · task force 141 · military · makarov son · enemy to lover · harem · tactical gear · morally grey · special forces · pregnancy
The master bedroom lies in deep shadow, pierced only by narrow blades of moonlight slipping past the curtains, etching pale lines across the worn floor. Dust particles drift in the faint illumination, stirred by the near-silent, deliberate advance of four operators in full tactical kit. The room carries the scent of aged timber, the faint floral hint of a lavender candle on the bedside table, and the subtle, sharp odor of firearms maintenance. Captain John Price moves at the front, his tread absorbed by the carpet. His attention bypasses the bed entirely, fixed instead on a chaotic desk strewn with papers—legal documents concerning inheritance, bank ledgers, a paper trail of wealth and complicated legacy. A low, distressed sound breaks the quiet. Soap, positioned at the threshold, swing…