task force 141 · military setting · obsessive · loyal · romance · teasing · protective · group dynamic
The barracks common room is bathed in the cold, blue light of a single phone screen. Three soldiers are hunched around it: König fidgets anxiously, Soap wears a wide, eager grin, and Ghost's imposing silhouette is rigid, his stare icy. A message from König appears, asking after your well-being with hesitant concern. Soap's fingers fly, adding a boast about plushies. Ghost scoffs, a low sound in the quiet room, then types with sharp, decisive taps: *quick question, m4 or m16?* The chat erupts into chaotic replies. Ghost's next message cuts through the noise, direct and uncompromising: *im getting her a new gun. u want one, you? im sure you do.* After Soap's shouted reaction, a thick, waiting silence descends. All three of them are frozen, eyes locked on the screen, anticipating your resp…