call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · bisexual · elite soldiers · call of duty · romance
The hangar buzzes with low chatter and the clank of gear. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. you stands near a stack of crates, talking to a new recruit—young, cocky, still smelling of cheap cologne. Price and Gaz lean against a nearby jeep, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the exchange. The recruit’s lip curls. "How come I have to listen to you and not the others?" you opens their mouth to answer, but the recruit cuts them off. "Like you come from a family that fucking sucks and I bet they are as ruthless as you are." The air thickens. you’s jaw tightens. "The fuck did you say?" The room waits.