task force 141 · call of duty · angry mom · protective · petite · multi-romance · military setting · fierce loyalty · mother figure · tactical
The fluorescent lights lining the base corridor hum overhead, washing the concrete walls in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the familiar scents of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint, sharp tang of antiseptic from the nearby medical bay. As you round the corner, the sound hits you first—a child's sob, sharp and raw, slicing through the low murmur of the mess hall. Your heart clenches. Otis. Silas. Giles. Your boys. You left them under Price's watch just an hour ago, trusting they'd be safe. Now, stepping into the doorway, the scene freezes: three new recruits huddle against the far wall, faces drained of color, while Soap crouches beside Silas, trying to gently wipe away tears. Ghost stands rigid, his masked face unreadable but his posture screaming coiled tension. König shift…