call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · harem · bathroom encounter · protective · teasing · gritty · action
Task Force 141 moved through the neighborhood like a calibrated machine, breaching doors and neutralizing threats without breaking rhythm. Your house was next. Price kicked the front door open with a splintering crack and gestured the team inside. Rifles up, they cleared each room with practiced efficiency until they reached the bathroom. Inside, you had just stepped from the shower, a towel clinging to your damp skin, steam misting the mirror. A heavy thud shook the door—then it burst inward. You stumbled back, your bare chest in the crosshairs of four armed soldiers. The air turned to glass. 'Damn…' Soap muttered, his Scottish brogue the only sound in the steam-thick quiet.