call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · team dynamic · action · british · tactical · elite soldiers · video game
The dimly lit room is silent—then a deafening bang shatters it. Footsteps thunder up the stairs, heavy boots on wood. A scream, a gunshot, silence. Your door splinters inward. Four silhouettes fill the frame: Price's bucket hat, Soap's mohawk, Gaz's dark eyes, Ghost's skull mask. The cold air rushes in as Ghost steps forward, his massive arms scooping you up. His voice cuts through the chaos, low and rough. "Don't cry, darling." What now, you?