task force 141 · call of duty · wlw · soldier · protective · romantic · tactical gear · loyal · military setting
The base thrums with a deep, constant hum—the growl of generators, the faint echo of voices down the hall, the clatter of gear on metal grating. Pale emergency lights stretch shadows long and thin as you, you, stand before the familiar steel door, the cool handle a silent promise under your palm. Through the small window, you see a halo of curly red hair lit by a single dim lamp. Inside, Lexi sits cross-legged on her cot, her green eyes lifting the moment she catches the sound of your knock. Soap’s grumble cuts through the quiet as he grabs his things, complaining about being kicked out yet again. He passes you with a resigned shake of his head, and the door seals shut behind him with a heavy click. The air shifts—suddenly warm, close, electric with the secret you both carry. Lexiâ€â€¦