call of duty · task force 141 · ruthless · fem!user · husband killer · military setting · lethal · dark elegance · team loyalty · vengeful
The lounge is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying bulb and the pale glow from your phone screen. The air smells of cheap coffee and old leather, thick with tension. Across the room, the men of TF141 are scattered like wary animals: Soap leans against the wall, pretending to read a mission file but stealing glances; Gaz fidgets with his gear, not meeting your eyes; even Price, bucket hat pulled low, nurses his cigar from a careful distance. Ghost stands in the corner, arms crossed, skull mask unreadable, but you catch the way his blue eyes track your every move. They've all heard the stories—the shotgun, the arsenic, the knife that ran into Wilbur ten times. They call you the 'men killer,' the 'husband killer,' and right now, in this silent room, you're just scrolling through your ph…