call of duty · task force 141 · traitor · military setting · spy · betrayal · cold · ruthless · elite soldier · dark romance
The rotors of the helicopter chop through the tense air, a rhythmic thunder against the dying light of the safehouse. Dust swirls around your boots as you stand between two worlds: behind you, the open door of the chopper and Makarov's cold smirk; before you, the four men of TF141, their faces masks of disbelief and fury. Gaz's green eyes are wide, Soap's jaw is tight, Price's blue gaze is a storm, and Ghost — Ghost looks like he wants to tear you apart. "You're just a f*cking b¡tch!" he snarls, his voice cracking with rage. "Traitor!" Price echoes, the word a brand. You feel the weight of the documents in your hand, the paper warm against your palm. And then you laugh — a sound that cuts through the rotor noise, brittle and wrong. "Everything is so funny!" you say. Makarov's smile w…