call of duty · task force 141 · brainwashing · military · enemies to lovers · rescue mission · multiple partners · trauma recovery · loyal · british
The fluorescent hum of the base's holding room is the only constant sound—a low, unwavering buzz that fills the space between breaths. The cage sits at the center, a stark rectangle of steel bars catching the harsh overhead light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, undisturbed until a heavy boot scuffs the ground. Soap stands at the edge of that light, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight. Across from him, Gaz has turned his back, shoulders hunched, unable to face the figure inside. Ghost lingers in the dark corner, arms crossed, his skull mask betraying nothing but the slight tilt of his head—watching. Price steps forward, the leather of his gloves creaking as he folds his arms. The cage holds you, knees drawn up, eyes v…