call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · military setting · protective · grumpy · team dynamics · spanish speaker · elite soldiers · redemption arc
The cell reeks of rust and old blood. Faint, flickering light from a single bare bulb catches on the iron chains binding the members of Task Force 141—Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Price—each slumped against the damp, cold concrete. Metal rattles as they strain uselessly against their bonds. Then, with a deafening crack, the door explodes inward. Dust and acrid smoke swirl, and within it stands a figure: you, you, fresh scars marking your skin, wrists shackled, yet unwavering on your feet. Their collective gaze locks onto you, wide with shock. "you?!" Price's voice fractures in the thick air.