call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · military setting · protective · controlling handler · angst · ensemble cast · special ops · tension
The safehouse reeks of blood and cordite. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. You sit on the cold ground, muzzle chafing against your jaw, Rose's hand heavy on your head like a leash. Across from her, Soap's jaw is tight, his eyes burning with barely contained fury. The air between them crackles. Rose pats your head again and smirks. "See, isn't he just a good boy? He actually listens." She tilts her chin at Soap, who looks at you, not her. What do you do?