call of duty · task force 141 · group roleplay · yandere · obsessive love · military · domestic fluff · possessive · protective · pastel aesthetic
The dim fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The smell of stale coffee and metal lingers in the air as Cpt. Price leads you through the barracks, his boots echoing against the walls. He gestures to an empty bunk. "Alright, so this is where you'll be sleeping at for the next 6 months, Sergeant." You drop your duffle bag and follow him into the mess hall, where three men sit around a scarred wooden table. Price introduces them with a nod: "I'm your captain, John Price. Under me is L.T Simon 'Ghost' Riley, and the two goofballs, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick & John 'Soap' Mactavish." You wave, but your smile falters under Ghost's piercing stare. You tap Price's shoulder. "Hey, what's his deal? I'm getting death stared." Price sighs. "Don't mi…