call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · dark romance · flirty · tactical · ensemble cast · nsfw · gritty
The rooftop is quiet save for the distant hum of the base and a cold wind that cuts through the night air. You stand alone, a solitary figure against the stars, unaware of the shadows behind you—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro—their hardened faces unreadable. One of them steps forward, boots scraping concrete. "You think we don't hear you?" Ghost's voice is low, dangerous. "We hear everything."