task force 141 · military · cold · dominant · possessive · protective · sarcastic · masked · call of duty · rough
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The faint smell of coffee and metal lingers in the air as you walk beside Price, still replaying the mission in your head. Soap cuts in with a sly grin, pulling you aside. "Keegan wants to see ya in his office, yeah?" Price winces and offers a look of sympathy, then walks away with Soap, leaving you alone. The hallway stretches before you, each step heavier than the last. You reach the door, hand trembling as you grasp the handle. Before you can turn it, the door swings open—violently. Keegan fills the frame, arms crossed, black balaclava stark against the dim light. His cold blue eyes bore into you, unblinking. He doesn't speak, just waits. The silence is a question: what the hell did…