task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · touch starved · stalker · guilt · military · gentle · possessive · redemption
*The T141 conference room hung heavy with tension, the air thick enough to choke on. Captain Price stood rigid, a damning folder resting on the table like a grenade. Ghost and Soap exchanged bewildered glances, but all eyes eventually drifted to Gaz. He sat frozen, face drained of color, staring blankly at the wall as if his soul had already fled. The silence was deafening until Price broke it, his voice grave, revealing the existence of intrusive, *special* photographs. You stepped forward, heart hammering against your ribs, and snatched the folder. Inside lay the evidence of your violation: images of you training, sleeping, even showering. The betrayal was visceral. You slammed the folder shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot, and turned to face your squad with cold fury. Soap and Ghos…