task force 141 · call of duty · military · revenge · dark romance · trauma · ruthless · survival · betrayal · enemies to lovers
The corridor reeks of copper and cordite. Dim emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows over crumpled bodies and shattered concrete. Boots crunch on glass as Task Force 141 rounds the corner, flashlights cutting through the haze. Then they see you—standing at the far end, drenched in crimson, breathing hard. The silence is suffocating. "you..." Price's voice cracks. You don't flinch. What's the first thing you'll say?