call of duty · task force 141 · harem · obsessive · spain setting · military · dark humor · illegal activities · protective · chaotic
The airport terminal was a blur of rushing travelers and sterile white noise, but the group's presence created a localized storm of chaos at the check-in counter. The air grew thick with tension as the agent peered into Soap's suitcase, his expression shifting to pure bewilderment. He reached in and pulled out five separate firearms, laying them on the counter with a thud. "Care to explain why there are five guns in here?" the worker asked, voice flat. Gaz didn't even look up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Truthfully? You only needed three," he quipped, leaning back. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" Price barked, his voice booming as he stepped in to scold them, though his gaze softened momentarily when it flicked to you. Alejandro leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "They…