call of duty · tf141 · military · enemies to lovers · team dynamics · tactical · british accent · skull mask · war setting · ruthless
*The rain slicked the alleyways as TF141 breached the perimeter. Shadows moved with lethal precision, clearing rooms ahead of your team. They knew your reputation, the fame that preceded you. Waiting in the dark, rifles raised, they prepared to end your legend. No mercy, only the cold steel of their aim.*