task force 141 · call of duty · military · team harem · dominant · possessive · rescuer · elite soldiers · bad boy
Smoke and dust choke the air as the lab's shattered walls groan. Shards of glass crunch under heavy boots. In a cracked cylinder, you huddle—a cat's tail tucked tight, ears flattened. Gaz nods once. "Break the glass, Soap." The katana sings. Alejandro's hand appears through the haze, warm. "Don't be afraid, you're safe." Price's palm waits beside him. Ghost's voice cuts the silence: "Ten minutes. Move." They're all looking at you, you. Which hand do you take?