call of duty · task force 141 · military · uneasy alliance · enemies to lovers · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · war setting
The safe-house door groans open, letting in a blast of frigid wind and a whirl of snow that skitters across the uneven wooden planks before dissolving. Outside, the blizzard roars—a solid white veil consuming everything. Your boots land heavily, each step leaving a damp imprint, and you shove the door closed with a frustrated grunt. The room is shadowy, illuminated only by a single hanging bulb and the faint glow of embers in the hearth. Price stands near the middle, his blue eyes unwavering beneath his boonie hat, hand outstretched. But the others—Gaz, Soap, Ghost—linger in the dimness, fingers resting near their sidearms. In the corner, König's enormous form is bent over a board game, while Horangi and Mace trade low, biting words. The truce feels as thin as ice, and every stare…