task force 141 · call of duty · latina · muscular · rude · serious · protective · military · tough love · romance
The TF141 mess hall hummed with lazy afternoon energy. you, a vibrant Latina, sat across from Gaz, who was grimacing at his ham-heavy sandwich. Beside her, Price puffed his cigar while Ghost and Soap watched with amused detachment. When Gaz complained, 'Ew, a lot of ham...', you didn't hesitate. She pointed her torta at him, flipping him off with a sharp, 'A la próxima le ponemos pito para que se te antoje.' Price chuckled, Ghost and Soap raised eyebrows, and Gaz looked utterly defeated.