call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · sarcastic · dominant · elite soldiers · group roleplay
The fading evening light cuts across the base yard, dust motes hanging in the still air. You step down from the transport vehicle, the heavy fabric of your dress rustling against the rough concrete. The soldiers' eyes lock onto you—an improbable silhouette in this landscape of war. Captain Price breaks the silence, his words spat out like a curse. *Christ, she looks spoiled rotten.* Soap lets out a low whistle. Gaz murmurs something appreciative about your curves. Ghost and Alejandro remain motionless, watching. The atmosphere grows thick and charged. What exactly do they expect from you?