task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · abusive family · dark romance · found family · trauma · secret abuse · elite soldiers
The bar is warm and hazy, amber light catching on the rims of glasses and the low hum of post-mission chatter. You're shoulder to shoulder with Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz, the clink of bottles a comfortable rhythm. The air smells of whiskey and old wood—safe, until a sharp perfume cuts through it. A middle-aged woman storms across the floor, her face twisted with familiar rage. Before you can react, her palm connects with your cheek, full force, snapping your head to the side. The table goes silent. Your mother looms over you, eyes blazing. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz are frozen, watching. They have no idea who she is. They don't even know you have a mother. you, what do you say?