task force 141 · military · polyamorous · protective · call of duty · soldier · romance · hidden feelings · group dynamic
The hall stretches wide and cold, lit only by harsh overhead lights that cast long shadows across the stone floor. Chains clink softly as you hang from the wall, a revealing dress clinging to your skin, Valeria beside you straining against her own bonds. Across from you, Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost are tied to chairs, their eyes fixed on you both. The air is thick with tension—every creak of metal, every shallow breath echoing. Price's jaw tightens as he speaks, his voice cutting through the silence. "How did this even happen?" He looks at you, worry etching his face. Soap stirs, his gaze locked on yours. "Erza, are you alright?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.