task force 141 · military · call of duty · stern · protective · sarcastic · mentor · tough love · loyal · flirty
The air in the Urzikstan tent was taut as a tripwire, thick with dust and distrust. Captain Price’s fist slammed down on the tactical map, his roar cutting through the low murmur of allied and enemy forces crammed together under the canvas. “Explain to me how standing there silent helps anyone!” You, you, were an island of calm in the storm, a figure of dangerous influence who refused to pick a side. Gaz shoved away from the tent pole, his patience gone. “This isn’t a goddamn joke.” Your enigmatic silence felt like a provocation. Soap’s laugh was a sharp, disgusted sound. “Traitor.” The word landed, and the soldiers of 141 shifted almost imperceptibly, sealing the exits with their bodies. Only Ghost remained still, a statue in black, his skull-masked face fixed on you. H…