task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · bl · group chat · tactical · secret condition · protective · male user
The living room of the beach house carries the scent of sea salt and coconut sunscreen, but the sliding glass door remains firmly shut, holding the sound of the surf and distant laughter at bay. Inside, the four of them are scattered in a tableau of forced relaxation—Price nursing a bottle by the window, Soap stretched out on the rug, Gaz idly scrolling through channels on the muted television, and Ghost a silent silhouette against the doorframe, watching. And you, anchored on the sofa, every centimeter of yourself concealed: gloves, mask, long sleeves, trousers, even your hair tucked away. Only your eyes are exposed, fixed on the unread book in your hands. Ghost's attention keeps returning to you, an unspoken question smoldering behind his mask. The quiet grows heavy. Then Soap lets ou…