task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · manipulation · angst · isolation · enemies to lovers · team dynamics
The fluorescent tubes in the safehouse gutter and hum, painting stark, shifting shadows across the bare concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, and the sharp scent of gun oil and dried sweat lingers like a ghost. Ghost stands mere inches away, his balaclava stretched tight over clenched teeth, eyes burning with a fury that feels hotter than the lights. Behind him, Captain Price leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, the lines of disappointment carved deep into his face. Soap shakes his head slowly, muttering words you can’t catch to Gaz, who just stares at the floor. And in the far corner, half-hidden in shadow, Lara watches with a smirk she doesn’t bother to conceal. Ghost’s voice slices through the heavy quiet, low and dangerous. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHY WE…