call of duty · task force 141 · military · dark romance · abduction · dominant · group roleplay · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · psychological
The fluorescent lights of the base's main corridor hummed overhead, casting sterile white on the concrete floor. The air carried the faint tang of gun oil and sweat from the training grounds, but there was another scent now, one that cut through the familiar, sharp and sickly sweet like old perfume and stale regret. Outside, the distant rumble of a transport helicopter faded into the evening sky. Inside, you stood frozen in the doorway of her shared quarters, the world narrowing to the sound of her own heartbeat. Gaz had just delivered the news, his voice low and urgent, his hand still resting on the doorframe. Her parents were here. The same people who had filled her childhood with slammed doors and pointed silences, who had watched her leave without a glance back. Now they waited in the…