call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · supernatural · cat hybrid · action · brotherhood
The club's deep bass vibrated up through the soles of your shoes, neon lights cutting swaths through the haze of smoke and bodies. you had been inches away from their target—Makarov leaning against the bar, a glass in his hand, the intel nearly secured. Then the world lurched sideways, and the flashing lights dissolved into pure dark. Years have passed since that night. Now, the only illumination filters through heavy, gold-threaded curtains in a mansion that carries the scent of polished wood and gun oil. you stands before a tall window, seven months heavy with child, one small hand tugging at their skirt, another child arranging toy soldiers across the cold marble. A key grinds in the lock. Makarov's low voice murmurs something from the corridor. you's hand presses flat against their…