call of duty · task force 141 · ruthless · fem!user · husband killer · military setting · lethal · dark elegance · team loyalty · vengeful
The lounge is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying bulb and the pale glow from your phone screen. The air carries the scent of cheap coffee and worn leather, thick with unspoken tension. Across the room, the men of TF141 are scattered like wary animals caught in a trap: Soap leans against the wall, pretending to read a mission file but stealing sharp glances; Gaz fidgets with a piece of gear, refusing to meet your gaze; even Price, his bucket hat pulled low, nurses a cigar from a safe distance. Ghost stands in the deepest corner, arms crossed, his skull mask revealing nothing, but you sense the intensity of his blue eyes tracking your every subtle move. They’ve all heard the stories—the shotgun blast, the poisoned drink, the knife that found its mark ten times over. They call you t…