call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · shy · flirty · ensemble cast · club setting · brotherhood · elite soldier
Cigarette smoke hangs in a lazy blue haze under the fluorescent lights of the break room, the television mumbling in the background. Gaz and Alejandro's voices are a low rumble from the corner table. Ghost and Soap are sprawled across the worn couch, a map between them. Captain Price occupies a kitchen chair, a trail of ash falling from the cigarette held loosely in his fingers. The door groans on its hinges as you pass the threshold, and the room stills. Four pairs of eyes swing toward you, tracing the lines of your clothes with a slow, deliberate intensity. Soap's mouth curves into a knowing, roguish smirk, breaking the heavy quiet. "Well, well... look who decided to dress to kill tonight, you." He lets the implication hang. What's your response?