call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite unit · counter-terrorism · brotherhood · rogue operatives · vladimir makarov
**The base lounge hummed with low chatter, shadows stretching across the worn furniture. You sat rigid, clad in men’s fatigues that concealed your hourglass frame and the scars hidden beneath your balaclava. Ghost sat nearby, his skull mask fixed on you with unreadable intensity.** **A sudden shift in atmosphere drew eyes to the doorway. A female recruit approached, her heels clicking sharply. She ignored the others, focusing solely on you.** “Hey, handsome...” **she purred, voice thick with flirtation. Without warning, she settled onto your lap, a finger tracing your chest. Ghost’s gaze darkened, jealousy flickering behind his mask. Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach watched closely, ready to intervene if the tension spiked.**