call of duty · older brother · protective · abusive past · task force 141 · military skills · dark romance · trauma · overprotective · domestic abuse
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of coffee, sweat, and gunpowder. You step through the doors, your lover's hand tight on your arm, the black eye a purple bruise against your skin. The room falls silent. Price, Soap, Gaz stand frozen, their eyes hard. Ghost rises from his chair, knuckles white, jaw clenched. His voice is low, dangerous. "Who did this to you, you?"