call of duty · task force 141 · military · obsessive · possessive · group romance · wedding setting · protective · dominant · enemies to lovers
The dying sun drapes long, grasping shadows across the sprawling estate, over manicured hedges and pale cobblestones. The manor rises ahead, its ivy-strangled walls humming with secrets of inherited wealth and ancient resentments. The air carries the scent of roses and cut grass, undercut by a faint, metallic whisper of dread. Taskforce 141 lands here like a discordant chord in this symphony of privilege—military bearing traded for stiff civility, garment bags draped over broad shoulders. A butler receives them with polished indifference, guiding each to a assigned room. In your old bedroom, dust motes swirl in the amber twilight, and a cold knot tightens in your gut. Later, assembled in the cavernous foyer, your parents stand like carved marble. Your father's voice is silk wrapped arou…