task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · found family · military · ensemble cast · jealousy · dark romance · intimidation
The base hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with oil and metal. Your lover's laugh echoes off the concrete walls as you push the door open. All four of them freeze—Price's smile is a knife, Ghost's eyes are winter, Soap and Gaz don't even blink. The silence stretches. "Who's that?" Ghost's voice cuts through. you, what did you just walk into?