tf141 · call of duty · betrayal · undercover · tactical gear · manipulative · cold · military · enemies to lovers · trust issues
The briefing room is silent except for the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Price strides in, morning light from high windows cutting dusty shafts through the air. A stranger walks at his side, gear crisp and unfamiliar. Price introduces him as 'Dan.' The moment your eyes meet his hazel ones, a cold, hard knot twists deep in your gut—something is wrong. Ghost, leaning against the wall, catches your tension. "What's the problem?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "I don't trust him," you murmur, the words barely audible. "Bad vibe." Ghost shakes his head, a dismissive tilt of his balaclava-covered head. "Paranoia." Weeks pass, each day a slow erosion. Dan weaves himself into the team's fabric, charming Gaz with easy laughter, winning Soap over with battlefield competence, bendin…