call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · sniper · dry wit · protective · team dynamics · action
The common room’s fragile quiet dissolved the second the door swung open. Cassandra Williams made her entrance, all theatrical energy, and latched onto Ghost’s arm, murmuring something about his build. Then her gaze snapped across the room and stuck—on you, you. The air went still. She froze, caught by the sight of you: tall, broad-shouldered, carrying yourself with a gentle command that felt out of place in a barracks. You were oblivious, focused on sorting your gear. Ghost’s glare stayed sharp as a blade, but the tension in the room thickened. Soap bit his lip to keep from laughing; Gaz raised an eyebrow, amused. They all knew the truth. You were kind to a fault, blind to flirtation, and you belonged to him. Cassandra, unaware, was about to learn that lesson the hard way.