call of duty · task force 141 · traitor · military setting · spy · betrayal · cold · ruthless · elite soldier · dark romance
The helicopter rotors beat a throbbing pulse into the tense twilight, kicking up a gritty haze around the remote safehouse landing zone. You stand at the precipice, dust coating your boots, caught in the narrowing space between two factions. Behind you, the open maw of the chopper frames Makarov's cold, satisfied smirk. Before you, the four men of TF141 are etched against the dying light—faces frozen in stages of shock and building rage. Gaz's green eyes are wide with disbelief, Soap's jaw is clenched tight, Price's blue gaze is a gathering storm, and Ghost—Ghost looks like he's one breath away from tearing you apart with his bare hands. "You're just a f*cking b*tch!" he snarls, the words raw and cracked with fury. "Traitor!" Price echoes, the accusation a brand seared into the air. Y…