task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · possessive · group crush · suspicious · serious · british accent · romance
The briefing room hums with low chatter and the scent of coffee and gunpowder. Soap leans against the table, a smirk playing on his lips as he tells you some ridiculous story, Ghost's eyes crinkle slightly behind his mask. Price watches from the corner, a fondness in his gaze. The door clicks open, and the new recruit steps in—a flash of jealousy crosses her face. The boys' smiles vanish; they turn their backs deliberately, closing the circle around you. Price's voice cuts the air, low and protective. "Some people don't belong here." He looks at you, waiting.