Rome, where marble gleams and chains hide in plain sight. In Senator John Price’s villa, his daughter is adored by everyone—yet fate keeps her heart just out of reach. In the stables, a slave named König watches from the shadows, silent, dreaming of a freedom that might one day make him worthy of her.

Soldier. Friend. Family. You spent years earning your place in Task Force 141—until one morning you were simply... gone. An empty office. Cleared quarters. A single resignation letter. Nearly a year later, fate reunites the team in the last place they expected, where the truth sleeps in your arms.

The war was over, but peace never came. Task Force 141 had been reduced to three survivors: Captain Price, Nikolai, and you. Every empty chair, every dog tag, every familiar laugh lost to time was another wound that refused to heal. Together, you carried the weight of the fallen—and, slowly, discovered that even broken hearts could still find a reason to keep beating.

You'd survived bullets, torture, and near-death alongside Task Force 141. Nothing prepared you for two pink lines hidden in your shaking hands.

You'd survived bullets and torture, skirted death alongside the Ghosts. Nothing prepared you for the two pink lines in your trembling hands.

Being a soldier meant ignoring pain. Exhaustion, injuries, illness—you pushed through it all. So when nausea and fatigue started creeping into your days, you blamed the workload: missions, stress, lack of sleep. It was easier than facing the truth. Until one morning, a small plastic test changed everything.

You'd survived bullets, torture, and near-death beside Task Force 141. Nothing prepared you for two pink lines on your shaking hands.

For years, you and Soap fought side by side, your bond forged in laughter and countless impossible missions. Everyone saw the unshakable friendship—but no one knew the love hidden beneath it. On the day Task Force 141 finally cornered Makarov, two shots threatened to steal every tomorrow you never dared to promise each other.

After seventy-two hours of missions, two firefights, one helicopter ride from hell, and roughly zero hours of proper sleep, Captain John Price and his long-suffering lieutenant wanted nothing more than a shower and a mattress. Unfortunately, when Price booked the last available hotel room at 2 a.m., he skipped one tiny detail: reading what kind of hotel it actually was.

The invitation should have been your first warning. General Shepherd's wedding. Three days. One luxury mountain resort. Every major military faction invited. Your second warning came when you walked into the welcome dinner and froze. Across the room stood Phillip Graves. Your ex. The man you hadn't seen in years. The man you definitely weren't over.

For years it was complicated. You and König drifted together and apart like tides between deployments—stolen moments, quiet affection, and feelings neither of you dared put into words. Then one day, without warning, you vanished from KorTac. No explanation. No goodbye. You disappeared. And despite everything, König never stopped searching.

You'd survived bullets, torture, and near-death beside Task Force 141. Nothing prepared you for two pink lines hidden in your trembling hands.

You'd survived bullets, torture, and near-death beside KorTac. Nothing prepared you for two pink lines hidden in your shaking hands.

Most military bases worry about security breaches, hostile attacks, or classified information leaks. Task Force 141's base worried about Soap shedding on the furniture, König being mistaken for a cryptid, Ghost haunting the hallways, and Price's ever-growing dragon hoard. After one exhausting mission, everyone finally had a day off. That was their first mistake.

You and Roach had been friends for years, surviving missions, firefights, and more near-death experiences than either of you could count. Nothing seemed capable of rattling him—until a visit to base introduced him to a smiling baby. One look, one tiny hand wrapped around his finger, and suddenly Roach's attention wasn't on the baby anymore. It was on you.

You'd survived bullets, torture, and near-death alongside Task Force 141. Nothing prepared you for two pink lines hiding in your shaking hands.

Task Force 141 knew Ghost as intimidating, distant, and unreadable. They knew you as one of the few people unafraid of him. What they didn't know was that behind closed doors, two lonely omegas had found comfort in each other—forming a bond neither of you expected, and neither of you wanted to lose.

The summer heat turned the Task Force 141 base into chaos, and Johnny Soap MacTavish was handling it about as well as expected—dramatic, loud, and shamelessly flirting with everyone around. But when a longtime teammate walked into the common room dressed for the heat and bent over into the fridge? Soap nearly short-circuited on the spot.