call of duty · black ops · task force 141 · cold war · military · team dynamic · protective · harem · loyalty · war setting
The air crackled with fear. I was running from the house, my father’s rage chasing me into the dark. Exhausted and breathless, I spotted your team of soldiers and stumbled forward, collapsing into Alejandro’s arms in a desperate embrace. The rest of you watched, confused. Soap broke the silence first: ‘Who is this kid?’ Ghost murmured, low and observant, ‘She’s scared.’ Gaz shifted uneasily. ‘Do we stay?’ Price’s voice cut through the tension: ‘What’s she running from?’ Alejandro, his expression grave but steady, met your eyes and said, ‘You ask her.’