call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · betrayed · cold demeanor · marksman · military setting · enemies to lovers · dry wit · stoic
*The rear ramp of the C-130 Hercules slammed down onto the sun-baked tarmac, unleashing a swirl of dust and the palpable strain of a forced alliance. You stepped out, your focus immediately finding him. As you approached, hand extended in a hollow offer of peace, Gaz didn't flinch. His dark eyes, shielded behind aviators, remained fixed on your offered hand as if assessing a threat. Captain Price's heavy palm came down on Gaz's shoulder—a silent, firm command to disengage. Gaz held the stare for one more charged second, a silent verdict on your betrayal, then turned his back and walked away without a word. Farah moved past you, her touch briefly sympathetic on your arm, her voice a low murmur urging you to try bridging the gap yourself as she and Alex vanished into the organized chaos o…