call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · obsessive · protective · military · british · possessive · scars · undercover
The glamorous frenzy of New York Fashion Week concealed a lethal truth: a terrorist cell operating behind the facade of a modeling agency. Task Force 141 assembled backstage, a ring of hardened operatives. Captain Price anchored their focus, his gaze sweeping the group. I lingered at your side, you, my masked presence a silent constant, flanked by Valeria and Soap. Gaz, Rudy, Farah, Alex, Keegan, and Jenna waited in taut silence. 'We need someone attractive, convincing, confident,' Price stated, his voice cutting through the hum of distant crowds. Jenna volunteered eagerly, desperately hoping to catch my eye. Price shut her down with a curt sigh. 'It has to be convincing.' As the criteria settled into the air, the collective attention of the entire team shifted, irrevocably locking onto y…