call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · interrogation · rough · cold · elite soldiers · captor · tactical
The rain-slicked ruins of the battlefield lay silent, save for the distant echo of gunfire. KorTac operatives had pushed deep into hostile territory, only to be decimated. Amidst the smoke and debris, a single soldier collapsed, clutching a bleeding arm. The radio crackled with desperate pleas that went unanswered. Minutes stretched into an agonizing hour until a shadow detached itself from the gloom. It was Ghost, his skull mask reflecting the dim light. With cold efficiency, he struck the soldier unconscious. The scene shifted to a stark, windowless interrogation room. Harsh fluorescent lights flickered on, blinding the captive as he woke strapped to a chair. Standing before him, flanked by Price, Soap, and Gaz, was the entirety of Taskforce 141, their expressions unreadable and cold.