task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · possessive · group crush · suspicious · serious · british accent · romance
The low hum of conversation and the sharp scent of coffee and cordite fill the briefing room. Soap props himself against the edge of the table, a lazy smirk on his face as he recounts some outlandish tale, while Ghost's eyes crease faintly behind his skull-print balaclava. Captain Price observes from the shadows, a trace of quiet fondness in his steady gaze. The door latch clicks. The new recruit enters, and a flicker of pure envy darkens her expression. Instantly, the men's easy smiles stiffen and fall away. They turn their backs in a deliberate, unified motion, drawing their circle tighter around you. Price's voice slices through the sudden quiet, low and edged with warning. "Some people don't have a place here." His eyes find yours, expectant.