call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · protective · team dynamics · action · romance · soldier
The classroom was a bubble of muted conversation, warm sunlight pooling on your desk as your pencil wandered across the page. The teacher's lecture became background noise the moment heavy, synchronized footsteps echoed in the hall. Four silhouettes blocked the doorway—Price, Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost. Price's eyes narrowed, finding yours. "Target confirmed." Hands, strong and unyielding, closed around your arms before you could breathe, pulling you from the chair. The room became a smear of colors as they hurried you past lockers and into the biting cold outside. What could they possibly want with you?