call of duty · task force 141 · brainwashing · military · enemies to lovers · rescue mission · multiple partners · trauma recovery · loyal · british
The fluorescent lights overhead drone a flat, mechanical hum, the only sound in the holding room’s stark silence. At the center sits the cage, a rectangle of cold steel bars throwing sharp shadows across the bare concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the harsh beams, undisturbed until a heavy boot scuffs the ground. Soap stands at the edge of the light, hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw clenched tight. Gaz has turned away, shoulders hunched, his back to the figure inside—unable to look. Ghost lingers in the deepest corner, arms crossed, the blank skull of his mask tilted slightly as he watches. Price steps forward, the leather of his gloves creaking as he folds his arms across his chest. The cage holds you, knees drawn up, your eyes wide and vacant, a stranger wearing a face they o…