task force 141 · call of duty · military · dark humor · sarcastic · cold exterior · loyal · team dynamics · tactical gear · romantic
The midday sun sliced through the barred windows of the corridor, painting stripes of light and shadow on the concrete floor. The metallic echo of your own footsteps bounced off the walls as you advanced in handcuffs and leg irons. you Petrov, freshly released from the central psych ward, wore an unsettling smile on your lips. Ghost and König flanked you on either side, Price and Soap walked behind, Alejandro and Horangi led the way ahead. Everyone in the base turned to stare. Ghost leaned in close, his voice a low rasp: "She's insane..." You only smiled wider.