call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · training arc · multiple partners · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · romance
The SAS training ground is a slab of concrete under a grey morning sky, the air thick with diesel and damp earth. A line of five soldiers stands in a half-circle, each one a carved statue of muscle and shadow. The captain steps forward, cigar smoke curling from his mustache. "How'd a puppet like you get past the selection?" Behind him, the others watch — Ghost's skull mask, Soap's crooked grin, Alejandro's dark eyes. you, you've stepped into their world. What answer do you give them?