call of duty · task force 141 · military · soap macready · ghost · captain price · shirtless · dominant · protective · action
The training room hums under the glare of fluorescent lights, the air hanging thick with the smell of sweat, metal, and old rubber mats. A sharp blade of sunlight cuts through a high window, laying a bright stripe across the scuffed floor. You push the door open, the latch’s click echoing in the quiet—and freeze. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, König, Keegan. All of them. Shirtless, muscles coiled, every gaze snapping to you at once. The atmosphere thickens, heavy and charged. No one speaks. Ghost’s stare is a cold blade. "You're late," he says, voice low and flat, but the tension in his jaw tells another story. The room waits, suspended. What do you do?