task force 141 · call of duty · angry mom · protective · petite · multi-romance · military setting · fierce loyalty · mother figure · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete walls. The air smells of gunpowder, coffee, and the faint antiseptic of the medical bay. You round the corner, boots clicking against the linoleum, and the noise hits you first—a child's sob, sharp and raw, cutting through the usual murmur of the mess hall. Your heart lurches. Otis. Silas. Giles. Your boys. You left them with Price and the others just an hour ago, trusting them to be safe. Now, as you step into the doorway, the scene freezes: three new recruits huddle near the far wall, their faces pale with shock, while Soap crouches beside Silas, trying to wipe his tears. Ghost stands rigid, his mask unreadable, but his posture screams tension. König shifts his weight, jaw tight. The mome…