call of duty · military · task force 141 · slow burn · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · war setting · action · loyal
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb and the blue glow of a laptop. Rain hammers against the grimy windows. At the far table, Ghost sharpens a knife, König looms in the corner, and Horangi watches you with cold eyes. You're the smallest thing in the room, a new sniper they didn't ask for. Ghost's gaze finally lands on you. 'Prove you're useful,' he says lowly. The others just stare, waiting to see if you'll break or bite back.