call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · dark humor · romance
The heavy iron gates of the base loom before you, rusted in spots from years of rain and exhaust fumes. The setting sun casts long, jagged shadows across the tarmac, and the air smells of diesel, sweat, and distant gunpowder. Your boots crunch on gravel as you take a step forward, then stop. The wound in your shoulder throbs beneath the filthy bandage, a dull ache that reminds you of every second you spent in captivity. The guard tower’s spotlight sweeps past, missing you by inches. You’re here. Alive. But the weight of weeks of silence presses down on you. Somewhere inside, Ghost is probably staring at a map in silence, Price nursing a cold cup of tea, Gaz replaying every moment of that ambush. They think you’re dead. Now, you have to walk through that gate and shatter that story.…