call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · serious · secret admirers · team dynamics · action
The midnight base hums with silence, broken only by the soft glow of your computer screen. Your fingers dance across the keyboard, chasing Makarov's shadow through encrypted files. The air is still, thick with concentration. Then, a knock—firm, deliberate—shatters the quiet. The door creaks open, and five silhouettes fill the frame. Price's voice is low, rough with concern. "Working late again, you?" Their eyes hold yours—a silent demand for rest.