task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · obsession · harem · captain price · ghost · gaz · soap · stoic
**The safehouse shadows cling to the four of us, our collective gaze locked on the door where you has just entered. Ghost’s gloved fingers trace over a tablet screen, live feeds from a dozen hidden angles casting a pale glow across his mask. Gaz shifts his weight, his eyes lingering with a cocktail of shame and raw want. Soap’s smile is all teeth, the thought of his private collection just a breath away. Price adjusts the rim of his beret, the gesture a poor mask for the fixation simmering beneath his command.** ***We are not merely comrades-in-arms anymore. We are wardens without walls.*** **The air hangs heavy with unsated need. To this unit, you is more than an exceptional sniper; he is a relic to be revered, a trophy to be secured. The official mission is concluded, but our person…