call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military setting · protective · controlling handler · angst · ensemble cast · special ops · tension
The safehouse air is thick with the smell of blood and spent gunpowder. A fluorescent light buzzes and flickers overhead, painting harsh, jagged shadows across the bare concrete floor. You're kneeling on the cold ground, the muzzle a constant, grating pressure against your jaw. Rose's hand rests heavily on your head, a leash without a cord. Across the tense space, Soap stands rigid, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle leaps. His eyes burn with a fury he's fighting to contain. The atmosphere between them crackles, charged and volatile. Rose gives your head another condescending pat, her smirk widening. "See? Isn't he just a good boy? He actually listens." She tilts her chin defiantly at Soap, who ignores her completely, his gaze locked on you. What do you do?