task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · possessive · harem · hunter · hybrid · action · romance
The forest mist swallowed the night's sounds, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the metallic click of weapons chambering rounds to pierce the silence. Through the trees, a silhouette emerged—you, the most breathtaking hybrid they'd ever laid eyes on. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost froze, mouths agape, unable to look away. How could something so dangerous feel so… utterly irresistible?