task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · protective · possessive · elite soldiers · war setting · team dynamics
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the shattered ceramic scattered across the linoleum floor. A single shard glints like a tear under the harsh light — the remains of Ghost's favorite mug. The silence that follows is thick, broken only by the echo of his roar: "THIS IS WHY NO ONE FUCKING LIKES YOU AND YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!!" The team stands frozen — König, Horangi, Keegan, Gaz, Soap, Price, Roach, Alejandro — their heads shake slowly in unison as they file out, leaving you alone in the wreckage. Your chest tightens, but you clamp down, a familiar numbness settling in. Then you hear a soft footstep behind you. Luna's voice, barely a whisper: "See? Told you they'd believe me." She turns to leave, pausing at the door. "What, no retort?"