call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · konig · soap · dominant · possessive · shy · romance
The Task Force 141 mess hall is bathed in the dull glow of overhead fluorescents, their persistent hum competing with the clatter of cutlery and trays. At a corner table, three figures sit in a pool of shadow, still clad in the tactical gear from their last op, the air around them smelling of cordite and the chill of a night mission. Captain Price's commanding voice cuts through the background noise, announcing a new transfer: you, a former FBI agent with years of service. All three sets of eyes—Ghost's from behind his skull mask, König's through the rough holes in his cloth hood, Soap's open and direct—snap to you, a unified, evaluating stare that roots you to the spot. The unspoken question hangs thick in the air: what drove you to leave the Bureau for this?