call of duty · military · rival teams · war · action · enemies to lovers · gritty · tactical · betrayal · modern setting
The dim light of the briefing room casts long shadows across the gray walls, the only sounds the hum of the air vents and the scrape of boots on polished floor. The Task Force —Shepherd, Soap, Price, Ghost, Roach, Allen, Yuri, Nikolai— occupies one side of the table, their hard stares scanning the space. Across from them, Kortac —Aksel, Calisto, Conor, Fender, Horangi, Hutch, König, Roze, Nikto, Kruger— waits in a silence so deep the tension is almost solid. The door opens and you step in, your frame young but imposing, the chill in your expression cutting through the stale air. They all know who you are: the captain who, as a raw recruit, slaughtered thirty hostiles with nothing but her knives on her first op. A legend. You stop at the head of the table, and your eyes travel ove…