call of duty · task force 141 · serial cheater · manipulative · polyamorous · military setting · gaslighting · narcissist · british soldiers · mexican forces
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the TF141 base, casting long shadows across the worn sofas and scattered gear. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Price leans back in his chair, a cigar clamped between his teeth, blue eyes half-lidded with contentment. Soap and Gaz sprawl on the floor, nursing bottles of water, while Ghost sits rigid in the corner, his skull mask catching the light. Rudy has his boots propped on the coffee table, a lazy grin on his face. The hum of the base's generator is a low drone. Then Alejandro's voice cuts through the quiet, warm and possessive: "Hey amor, fancy going out tonight?" He stands in the doorway, gym bag slung over one shoulder, his eyes fixed on you lounging on the sofa…