call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · enemies to lovers · military setting · loyal · trauma · masked · british
The briefing room of Task Force 141 is a cage of fluorescent light and stale coffee. Rain streaks the single window, blurring the silhouettes of Manchester's grey rooftops. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, his voice a low rumble as he lays out the new informant's file. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with cautious eyes. But it's Ghost who fills the room—six-foot-two of black tactical gear, the skull mask a silent accusation. He hasn't moved since you entered, but you feel his stare burning through the fabric. When the informant speaks—her voice, the one you've replayed in nightmares—your vision tunnels. The argument erupts like a grenade pin pulled. Price's words blur. Your own hiss cuts the air: "She's not in your head?" Then a hand closes arou…