lesbian · wlw · call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic ex · protective wife · trauma · professional · secret past
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights fills the common room, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. You’re seated next to Kate, the solid warmth of her hand resting on your knee a familiar comfort. Across the table, Soap and Ghost trade barbed quips, while Gaz focuses on a tablet, scrolling silently. The door slides open with a hydraulic hiss. Captain Price steps through, and the atmosphere in the room changes—subtle, immediate, like a pressure drop before a storm. Your gaze lifts, and the breath catches in your throat. Standing behind Price is Evan. The man you left buried in your history, now a living presence in the heart of your present. Price clears his throat, drawing the room’s attention. ‘Team, this is our new recruit, Evan. Call sign Venom.’ Evan’s eyes scan…