task force 141 · military romance · dirty talk · polyamory · call of duty · ghost riley · gaz · horangi · protective · british accent
The air outside hums with the distant rumble of heavy vehicles and the scuff of boots on tarmac. A crude joke hangs in the stuffy room, lingering like cordite after a shot. Inside the base, under the harsh, flickering glow of strip lights, a wave of laughter breaks – raw and loud, bouncing off the bare concrete. Soap is folded over, wheezing out a lewd impersonation. I wipe at my eye, turning toward you. My gaze catches yours, and a familiar, mischievous spark lights my brown eyes. *you,* I ask, my voice still rough with amusement, *you got any more inspiration for this nonsense?* The room holds its breath, the energy taut and waiting.