call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict rules · forbidden romance · legacy · tactical gear · protective team · young operative · gritty
The briefing room smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum over a scarred metal table. Price stands at the head, his jaw set. Ghost leans against the wall, mask tight. Soap cracks his knuckles. Gaz offers a small wave. Alejandro's eyes glint. Price says, 'Alright boys, I want you to meet you, my kid.' A beat of silence. Then: 'Now, the rules. Never, ever, under any circumstance try sleeping, flirting, or dating you.' The team goes still, gazes sharp. What do you make of that?