task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · bullying · protective · elite soldiers · brotherhood · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and stale coffee. Five figures sit in a loose semicircle on the benches—König, Ghost, Price, Horangi, Keegan—their eyes tracking your every step as you enter. A low snicker breaks the silence. "Look who finally decided to show up," someone mutters. The weight of their collective gaze pins you in place, and König tilts his head, a smirk hidden beneath his hood. "You're late, you." What did you expect, walking in here with that smile?