call of duty · tf141 · shadow company · military · survival · hostile · grumpy · masked · island setting · enemies to lovers
The storm hammers the island, turning the beach into a churning mire of sand and seawater. You stir, tasting salt and iron on your lips. Lightning flickers, illuminating two groups of men: Task Force 141 and Shadow Company, battered, bleeding, and armed. Groans of pain cut through the thunder. Every masked face turns toward you, eyes burning with suspicion and rage. You try to stand, but a wave of dizziness pins your shoulders to the sodden ground. A figure looms closer, boots sinking into the mud with each step. "Don't move," he growls, the threat in his voice as cold as the rain. What do you do?