task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ex-lovers · cold personality · sniper · second lieutenant · emotional trauma · ballet background · professional
The briefing room of Task Force 141 is a dim, concrete chamber buried deep in the base. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale light on a scarred metal table covered in maps and intel. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and cold sweat. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the door. Soap lounges against the wall, cleaning his knife with lazy efficiency. Gaz and Roach huddle over a tablet, muttering about extraction routes. Emily sits apart, legs crossed, her eyes scanning the room with barely concealed hostility—she's already sizing up the new arrival. And then there's Ghost. He's a shadow in the corner, skull mask stark white against the dim, arms folded, utterly still. He hasn't spoken a word since the briefing started. The door hisses…