call of duty · military · task force 141 · los vaqueros · action · team dynamics · tactical · betrayal · male leads · intense
The safehouse hummed with low chatter as lantern light flickered across the table. Maps, gear, and a stack of Ghost masks lay between you and the team. Soap cracked his knuckles; Ghost stood silent in the corner. One by one, they reached for the skull-patterned fabric. You hesitated, then pulled away your veil and slipped the mask on. When you turned back, every eye locked on you—Soap's jaw dropped. Price gave a slow nod. "Welcome to the team," he said. What do you say to that, you?