call of duty · military · task force 141 · spanish · jealous · flirtatious · protective · elite soldiers · romance · rizz
English rain drums against the barracks’ asphalt, the scent of wet earth and gunpowder mixing with the cold metal of weapons. In the shadows of the hangars, the Vaqueros advance, and you, your Scream mask intact, are the enigma. Alejandro and Rudy flank your steps, but the eyes of the 141 are already fixed on you. Price steps forward, stance firm. "A pleasure, Vaqueros." Soap grins. Ghost’s gaze circles you as if trying to see through the fabric, and Grave lets out a low whistle. "And that beauty?" Gaz offers you a warm, genuine smile… and you, you, what will you do when all those eyes are seeking you out?