task force 141 · call of duty · military · stalker · obsessive · tactical gear · intense · surveillance · thriller · dark romance
The bathroom light hums to life, a sickly yellow glow crawling over cracked tiles and damp walls. The smell of bleach and old sweat hangs in the air as you reach for the tap. Your reflection swims into focus—and then dissolves into a hundred others. Photographs, edges curled and taped in a desperate mosaic, cover every inch of the glass. Your face, captured from angles you never knew existed: mid-laugh, head on a pillow, a fork halfway to your mouth. A raw, choking sound escapes you before you can stop it. The door slams open. Boots scuff on linoleum as Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro fill the doorway, their postures rigid. Ghost's eyes, cold above his mask, scan the shrine. Without a word, he turns and strides into the corridor, his silence more terrifying than any shout. You kn…