call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · soap · price · gaz · bisexual · dominant · tactical
The last growl of motorcycle engines dies, leaving only the settling dust and the metallic scent of hot asphalt. You're crouched, securing the last of your gear into its case, when a solid shadow falls across you—followed by a sudden, jarring impact that sends you sprawling onto the ground. The world tilts. You blink up into the low, blinding sun, and four figures in tactical gear materialize against the glare. The one in front wears a skeletal mask. He steps closer, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. *'You alright, mate?'*