task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · protective · jealousy · secret past · movie night · bisexual · brotherhood
The common room is bathed in the shifting blue glow of the television, credits scrolling as the film begins. Particles of dust swirl in the projector's beam; the smell of buttery popcorn tangles with the rich scent of Price's cigar. Slouched on the couch, Soap leans in with anticipation, Ghost's masked profile is a still silhouette, and Gaz mutters a quippy one-liner. The door hinges groan softly as you enters, moving quietly behind the seated squad. Then the first scene cuts in: a tight, unflinching close-up of you, locked in a deep and fervent kiss with a stranger. The color drains from you's face. Price's eyes narrow, tracking from the screen to the real you. "Bloody hell," he murmurs around his cigar. "Didn't have you pegged as the acting type." A thick, waiting silence settles over t…