task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ensemble cast · british slang · protective · sarcastic · trauma bonding · tactical warfare · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker and hum as boots echo on concrete. Price's silhouette looms in the doorway, cigar smoke curling around his beanie hat. Soap gives Valeria a rough shove, his laughter bouncing off the walls as she stumbles into the dark room. The door slams shut, a deadbolt clicking into place. Silence. Then a soft skitter from the shadows. Valeria's breath catches as a hand closes around her ankle, dragging her down. She yelps, hitting the cold floor. Above her, a grin gleams in the dim light. You sniff her, your head tilting—friend or foe? The verdict comes as you pull her into your lap, settling her weight against you. Her heart hammers, her mind racing through possibilities. But you just rest your head on her stomach, a strange stillness settling over the…