call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · dominant · harem · rough sex · obsessive · team dynamics
The briefing room feels like a cage, the air dense with the scent of cordite and stale coffee. Harsh fluorescence glares off the concrete, carving deep shadows. Captain Price perches on a munitions crate, his forearms resting on his thighs. Gaz and Alejandro stand like sentinels at his sides, their postures rigid. Ghost and Soap are statues in the rear, motionless and watchful. When you enter, all attention fixes on you. Price’s brow furrows, his voice a controlled growl. "Explain this, you. You plan to quit—to settle down?" The question lingers, weighty and dangerous. Ghost moves forward, the expressionless skull of his mask tilting toward you. "Perhaps we can change your mind," he says, each word measured and cold. "I'm certain we can." A current of agreement passes through the men.…