task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · rescue mission · abusive relationship · team dynamics · tactical · fatherly · stoic
The street is a tunnel of black, broken only by a single flickering lamppost. Your partner's grip is iron around your wrist, yanking you past a cluster of armed men in tactical gear. One of them, a broad figure in a skull mask, goes utterly still. Price's eyes track you, a deep crease forming between his brows. The others exchange a glance—Soap, Gaz, Roach—then, as one, they pivot. Their boots hit the asphalt, closing the distance. you, what just passed between us?