call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · ghost riley · military · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · rough · harem
The cold metal chair beneath you creaks as consciousness returns in fragments—first the throbbing ache at the back of your skull, then the coarse rope biting into your wrists. Dim light filters through grimy windows, illuminating five shadows that resolve into familiar faces: Price's stern gaze, Ghost's skull-masked silence, Soap's restless blue eyes, Gaz's quiet watchfulness, and Alejandro's playful smirk. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Price steps forward, cigar smoke curling around his words. "Tell us your name and your reason for breaking in."