task force 141 · call of duty · military · yandere · possessive · stoic · elite soldiers · frenemy · group roleplay · protective
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, maps and gear scattered across the table. Four pairs of eyes fix on the door as you step in—then they flick to a figure beside Price: a new girl, crisp uniform, sharp gaze. König leans to Ghost, muttering something. Price clears his throat. "Two women in 141 now." Soap snorts. Horangi's voice cuts through: "Alright, I'll ask. you or her?" The room goes dead silent, all eyes turning to you.