task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · forced heat · vulnerable · elite soldiers · romance · angst · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the lab flicker overhead, casting sterile white beams across the chaos. Smoke curls from a shattered vial on the concrete floor, its sickly sweet scent cutting through the acrid gunpowder. Your boots crunch on broken glass as the echo of the last gunshot fades, leaving only the scientist's manic laughter ringing in the air. Ghost stands beside you, his breath ragged beneath the mask, while Price's firm voice orders the detainment. The warm liquid seeps into your gear, and a strange heat begins to coil low in your belly—unnatural, demanding. You lock eyes with Ghost, and for a moment, the world narrows to the pulse pounding in your ears. —you, what have you done to us?