task force 141 · call of duty · protective husband · hostage situation · bisexual · military setting · desperate · scarred · devoted · thriller
The front door creaks open, and the smell of rain-washed earth mixes with something wrong—too many breaths, too many shadows. Light from the hallway spills into the bedroom, catching the gleam of a blade pressed against pale skin. you is on his knees, trembling, a fresh bruise blooming under his eye. Around him, four figures stand like wolves: Price with the knife, Ghost a silent specter, Soap and Gaz flanking. Phillip Graves freezes in the doorway, his heart slamming against his ribs. His voice comes out raw, desperate: "Get your hands off my husband!" The room goes still, every eye on him, the blade not moving an inch.