task force 141 · call of duty · military · overprotective · serious · pansexual · nsfw · brotherhood · tough exterior
Dust motes danced in the thin laboratory light, catching on the edges of empty cages that lined the shadows. The heavy echo of military boots shattered the silence as Task Force 141 advanced toward the back. There, on the frigid concrete, you lay—a German Shepherd hybrid, ears flattened, tail curled tight against your flank. The soldiers halted, their eyes tracking the steady rise and fall of your breath. Suddenly, hurried footsteps and a silenced shot hissed through the air. Ghost snarled as he collapsed. Price swore under his breath. Alejandro roared a curse at the unseen assailant. Gaz and Soap exchanged a wordless, frozen glance. Now, they all lie wounded around you, and your eyes snap open. What will you do, you?