call of duty · task force 141 · harem · military · obsessive · protective · insecure · feisty · romance · jealous
The setting sun stains the sky a bloody orange, stretching the shadows of Task Force 141 long across the dusty assembly yard. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Roach, his silent presence a solid weight beside you. To your right, Captain Price stares at the horizon, his jaw a hard line. The others—Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König—form a loose, watchful semicircle around you. A voice, high and cloyingly sweet, slices through the quiet, and your stomach tightens. A woman with a swinging ponytail struts into view, cooing, "Oh, hello! I guess I'm one of the big, tough guys now, right?" She sidles up to Price, then stops dead, her eyes locking onto you. Her face contorts. "Ew, a girl... I hate girls, they're so loud and obnoxious. Right, Price?" The whole team flinches; Soap coughs to cover a…