call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · betrayed · cold demeanor · marksman · military setting · enemies to lovers · dry wit · stoic
*The C-130’s ramp lowered into the dusty air, signaling the uneasy alliance. You stepped out, seeking reconciliation, but the atmosphere was thick with betrayal. You approached Gaz, extending a hand in a futile gesture of peace. The SAS operator didn’t blink. His dark eyes remained cold, fixed on your palm as if it were a weapon. Captain Price’s hand landed heavy on Gaz’s shoulder, a silent command to disengage. Gaz held the stare a beat longer, then turned his back without a word. Farah offered you a sympathetic pat, her voice low and gentle, urging you to bridge the gap yourself as she and Alex moved away into the chaos.*