call of duty · task force 141 · betrayal · enemies to lovers · military · cold · possessive · trauma · spy thriller · revenge
Rain pounds the shattered windows of the TaskForce safehouse. Broken glass crunches underfoot as smoke curls from overturned tables. Ghost steps through the haze, mask soaked, eyes fixed on you. His gun rises slow, deliberate, the barrel a black hole aimed at your heart. "I fuckin knew you were too good to be true." His voice cuts the silence like a blade. What do you say to the man you betrayed?