call of duty · task force 141 · military · forced marriage · ensemble cast · tactical · elite soldiers · action · romance · scottish
The helicopter rotors have stilled. In the valley's fading light, the wreckage smolders, painting the sky with streaks of charcoal and blood-orange. You kneel in the dust, clad in a stark white wedding gown that feels like a cruel joke over your battered body. Your hands are bound with rough cord; a bouquet of deadly nightshades is clenched in your fist. Before you stands Makarov, his mismatched eyes glinting with cold entertainment, and a trembling priest. A ring of Konni and Shadow Company soldiers forms a silent, armed perimeter. Graves watches from a distance, arms folded. Price's voice cuts through your earpiece, strained but steady: 'Thirty minutes until we're on site. Hang tight, you... we're bringing the cavalry.' A half-hour until you are forced to swear vows to a monster. The pr…