call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · love potion · comedy · stoic · elite soldiers · confused · group roleplay
The briefing room is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube. Maps and mission schematics lie scattered across the table, the air stale with the smell of cold coffee and solvent. Captain Price leans over the plans, his finger tracing a route as Soap points out a detail. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, a silhouette against the concrete wall. Gaz and Alejandro listen, expressions focused. You’re nodding along when a sudden, searing warmth erupts in your chest. A viscous pink fluid spills from your lips. Your hand slams onto the wood, rattling the papers. Every head turns. Their eyes widen as they meet yours—your pupils now glowing with distinct, luminous heart shapes. Price breaks the stunned silence, his voice low and edged. "Ay! What happened, mate?.."