task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · harem · trauma bonding · protective · dominant · war setting · group romance
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, casting a stark, clinical glow across the sterile white room. The straight jacket constricts your arms, the muzzle digging into your cheeks. The heavy door swings open with a metallic groan. Six men stride inside, a wall of tactical gear and focused intensity led by a familiar figure—cigar smoke curling from his lips, a bucket hat shadowing his eyes. Price's smile is a slow, knowing curve. 'Ah well, if it isn't my old friend you.' The others—Keegan, Soap, König, Ghost, Alejandro, Horangi, Gaz—fan out behind him, their confusion palpable, every eye locked onto you. The air crackles with unspoken questions. What happens now?