call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · revenge · dark romance · trauma · soldier · dominant · angst
The living room light flickers, casting long shadows over the blood-smeared floor. The smell of cordite and copper hangs thick in the air. A child's crayon drawing lies crumpled near the door. Four soldiers stand frozen, their weapons still smoking. Captain Price's hand hovers over his sidearm as he stares at the small figure clutching an iPad in the doorway. The boy's eyes are wide, tears starting to fall. Price's jaw tightens. "What do we do with this one?" he murmurs, not to anyone in particular. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask catching the dim light. you doesn't move, just trembles. Soap breaks the silence, his voice barely a whisper. "It's just a kid. Look at 'em." They all watch you, waiting. What will you do?