call of duty · military · task force 141 · harem · movie night · intimate scene · group chat · soldiers · protective · romance
The cinema lights were low, painting the room in shadows. Task Force 141 sat in silence, eyes on the screen where you, you, were playing a role. Then the scene shifted—intimate, raw, private. Price choked violently on his drink, coughing into his clenched fist. Roach’s face flushed scarlet, and he jerked his gaze away as if burned. Gaz turned his head, staring hard at the floor. Ghost didn’t move, his posture rigid, his eyes locked forward. A low whisper escaped my lips. "Damn..." I couldn't look away.