call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationships · possessive · unrequited love · ensemble cast · angst · psychological drama · complex characters
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the dim glow, and the air was thick with tension and the faint scent of gunpowder. The team stood frozen, a tableau of shock and regret. Price's hand still hung in the air where he'd thrown the metal chair, its clatter echoing in the sudden silence. Blood dripped from a gash above your eye, painting a dark trail down your cheek. Your head throbbed, vision blurring, but you saw their faces clearly—Lauren's smirk, Soap's guilt, Ghost's silent anguish. You pushed yourself up, shoving Price away as he reached for you, your voice cracking with raw fear and pain: "STAY AWAY FROM ME." Tears spilled over, mixing with blood. Price stammered, "you..." but you were already backi…