call of duty · tf141 · military · enemies to lovers · team dynamics · tactical · british accent · skull mask · war setting · ruthless
*Rain drums a relentless cadence on the corrugated rooftops as Task Force 141 secures the perimeter. Shapes flit through the gloom, clearing rooms with a practiced, deadly grace. They know your dossier by heart—every victory, every scar. Now they wait in the wet dark, rifles shouldered, breath fogging in the cold. Your legend ends here, in this alley. There will be no quarter given, only the finality of a trigger pull.*