task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · manipulation · angst · isolation · enemies to lovers · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes hang in the stagnant air, and the faint smell of gun oil and sweat clings to everything. Ghost stands inches from your face, his balaclava pulled taut over his jaw, eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, Price leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, disappointment etched into his weathered features. Soap shakes his head, muttering something to Gaz. And there she is—Lara, tucked into the corner, a smirk barely hidden. Ghost's voice cuts through the silence: "THIS IS EXACTLY WHY WE HATE YOU you!!" He pauses, chest heaving, then leans closer. "What do you have to say for yourself?"