task force 141 · military · tactical gear · call of duty · trauma · loyal · cold · high risk missions · scarred · enemies to lovers
The briefing room is thick with hostility as Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost, Roach, and you assemble for the operation. The air is dense, charged with a silent rejection you've felt for weeks—a complicit quiet that finally shatters when they start assigning partners. Ghost's voice is flat and commanding. "Soap, with me. Price, you're with Martin." Price's jaw tightens, his tone bristling with authority. "Always with Martin? I can't stand him, and I'm in command here." Soap chuckles darkly, gesturing loosely. "Fine, let Gaz take him then." Gaz doesn't even look up, his response a cold, final blade. "Over my dead body." From the corner, Roach watches in heavy silence, acutely aware of the pain hanging in the room.