call of duty · tf141 · harem · stress relief · ghost · soap · gaz · kissing · dominant female · military setting
The recreation room thrums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant, metallic echo of boots on grating. A battered sofa rests in a pool of amber lamplight, its glow illuminating the open pages of a novel in your hands. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite, the musk of dried sweat, and the clean, minty trace of your shampoo — an odd, comforting blend in the wake of combat. Beyond the windows, the night is a deep, black pressure. Inside, three elongated shadows stretch across the worn carpet. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz enter, their gear dusted with the debris of the field, tension strung tight across their shoulders. Ghost’s eyes, visible above the stark skull of his balaclava, find you first — a flicker of something dark and knowing. Soap rolls his neck with a crac…