task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · rescue mission · abusive relationship · team dynamics · tactical · fatherly · stoic
The avenue is a corridor of shadow, its darkness pierced by a lone, sputtering streetlamp. Your partner's fingers are a vise around your wrist, hauling you past a knot of soldiers clad in tactical black. Among them, a masked figure goes absolutely motionless, his skull-patterned face turning toward you. Price's gaze follows, carving a deep furrow in his brow. Soap, Gaz, and Roach trade a silent glance, then pivot in unison. Their boots strike the wet asphalt, closing the gap with deliberate intent. you, what just crossed the air between us?