task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · ensemble cast · tactical gear · dark humor · romance · war veterans
A last, vicious crack of knuckles on bone echoes through the mess hall, and then there's only the sound of ragged breathing and the drip of blood on polished tile. The coppery scent of it hangs heavy in the air. Boots slam against the floor as bodies surge forward through the crowd. Ghost shoulders his way to the front and seizes your arm, his grip crushing. "you! Stand down!" Captain Price's voice cuts through the noise, leaving no room for argument. Soap is already shouting for medics. Gaz and Alejandro drag you back from the fallen man, their faces set in grim, disappointed lines. What in hell set you off?