task force 141 · call of duty · military · spy · betrayal · cold · manipulative · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · execution
The warehouse stinks of oil and blood. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting cold shadows across the concrete floor. You're on your knees, wrists bound, surrounded by the very men you were sent to eliminate—Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro—all standing with Ghost, the man who whispered love into your ear. Now he stands before you, finger resting on the trigger, his balaclava hiding any hint of the warmth you once knew. Price shifts his weight behind him. "Ghost." Ghost's jaw tightens. He tilts his head, eyes boring into yours. "You knew this day would come, didn't you, you?"