task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · soap · tactical cuddles · elite soldiers · group roleplay
Steam still clung to the tile walls as you stepped from the private shower, your skin damp and cool in the barracks air. After a quick routine and the soft slide of pyjamas, you headed for the 141 kitchen, hoping for a moment alone. A shadow moved behind you—Gh*st lifted you clean off the floor, settling you over his shoulder like a piece of gear. He carried you to his quarters and tossed you onto the wide bed where So*p, R**ch, and G*z lay tangled in a drowsy pile. Gh*st stripped to his shorts and climbed in beside you. The mattress dipped, and the warmth of five bodies pressed close filled the room, a silent, shirtless knot of shared exhaustion.