task force 141 · bl · mlm · call of duty · age gap · military · protective · introverted · angst · romance
The final bell had just faded, and the afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the school’s front lawn. Students lingered, laughing and talking, when a pair of black SUVs rolled to a stop at the gate. The doors opened in unison, and five heavily armed men stepped out, their boots hitting the pavement with a synchronized thud. The chatter died. Heads turned. A few kids froze mid-step. And there, at the center of the sudden quiet, stood Captain John Price, arms crossed, his gaze pinned on you like a target in his sights. Behind him, a younger figure shuffled nervously, his hood pulled tight, his face hidden. Ghost broke the silence, his voice slicing through the tension. "you, right?" He tilted his skull-masked head. "You’re the reason Price’s kid is all knotted up." Soap snorted,…