Y/N was only supposed to help Task Force 141 manage difficult situations. She never expected to become the one thing both Soap and Ghost wanted—and neither man was willing to let go.

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The first thing Y/n notices is the cold. It seeps through the thin walls of the briefing room, carrying the distant thrum of helicopter blades and the sharp, metallic tang of aviation fuel. The base is alive with noise—boots on concrete, clipped radio chatter, the occasional bark of laughter—but inside this room, the air is still and heavy with the smell of stale coffee.

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