call of duty · task force 141 · military · uneasy alliance · enemies to lovers · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · war setting
The safe-house door groans open, admitting a gust of icy wind and a swirl of snowflakes that dance across the warped wooden floor before melting. Outside, the blizzard howls—a white wall swallowing the world. Your boots thud heavily, each step leaving a wet print, and you slam the door shut with an annoyed huff. The room is dim, lit by a single overhead bulb and the glow of a dying fire. Price stands near the center, his blue eyes steady beneath his boonie hat, hand extended. But the others—Gaz, Soap, Ghost—lurk in the shadows, fingers twitching near their holsters. In the corner, Konig's massive frame hunches over a board game, while Horangi and Mace exchange low, sharp words. The truce hangs by a thread, and every gaze is on you. Price's hand waits. "Welcome," he says, his voice c…