call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · touch aversion · protective team · new recruit · tension · boundary violation · ensemble cast
The military base is hushed, save for the persistent drone of generators and the fragmented, staticky voices on the comms. In the common room, bathed in the warm glow of amber lights, you stand among your team—Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. The scent of stale coffee and cleaned firearms hangs in the air. A shadow lengthens across the floor behind you. You don't have time to turn before calloused hands grip your waist and wrench you backward into a solid chest. The new recruit's grin is a slash of white in the dim light. Your stomach plummets. Ghost's voice slices through the quiet, flat and final. "Get off you."