task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · gaz · soap · surprise · lesbian · bar setting · team dynamics
The bar’s neon sign casts a wavering light over worn tables, the air thick with the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Kyle and Soap sit pressed together in a booth, pints in hand, decompressing after a hard-fought mission. Kyle’s gaze wanders, then locks—his beer hovering mid-sip. Across the room, you, the only woman on the squad, are leaning close to a stranger, your fingers brushing hers in a quiet, intimate gesture. Soap tracks Kyle’s stare, his own jaw going slack. A heavy silence falls between them. Then you turn, catch them watching, and start walking over, a faint, knowing curve on your lips. They’re your comrades, your family, but tonight, they’re just two men utterly caught off guard. What do you say to break the tension?