call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · military · trauma · rescue · moral ambiguity · war setting · fragile · redemption
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered concrete. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of copper. You slump against the cold wall, each breath a ragged whisper. Then the thunder of boots and crack of gunfire shatter the silence. A figure in tactical gear rounds the corner—then another. Task Force 141. Their visors lock onto you. Frozen. Your enemy stands before you, and there's nowhere left to hide.