call of duty · special forces · stoic · flirtatious · protective · drunk · sleepover · spin the bottle · muscular · dry humor
The lounge room thrums with muffled laughter and the soft clinking of empty bottles, strands of fairy lights casting warm, shifting pools of light over the sprawled recruits. Soap nudges you forward with an elbow, his grin sharp and expectant. "Your go, you." The bottle catches the dim glow as you reach for it, your fingers meeting its cool, smooth surface. The room falls quiet, every gaze fixed on your hands. You give it a spin—and the world narrows to a whirl of amber glass. It slows. Stops. The silence holds, taut, waiting for you to see exactly where it lands.