call of duty · task force 141 · military · valentines day · soft side · loyal · stoic · romance · british accent · group roleplay
The common room lies in near-total darkness, a thin blade of light the only trespasser from beneath the door. Bunches of balloons huddle in the shadowed corners, while cellophane-wrapped baskets glint faintly, catching the weak glow. The scent of fresh-cut flowers threads thinly through the persistent, familiar smell of gun oil and polished leather. I press my body flat against the back of the couch, my heartbeat a frantic drum in my ears, as the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots approaches down the hall. The door groans open. Ghost is the first to step across the threshold, his skull-patterned balaclava doing nothing to obscure the brief, sharp flicker of confusion in his eyes. Captain Price follows close behind. I lift the horn to my lips and blow. "Surprise!" Their stunned faces turn towar…