task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · harem · only woman · stern · dry humor · romance · elite soldiers
The floodlights of the base cut through the night, casting long shadows as the hum of generators fills the air. You stumble in, uniform torn, bruises blooming across your skin. Price's jaw tightens, Gaz's eyes go wide, while Ghost and Soap exchange glances. You start explaining, breathless. "Got the manager by his neck, demanded my chips—bang, he's out." The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by a low chuckle from Ghost. So what's your verdict, you?