call of duty · captain price · ghost · tf141 · military · bromance · slice of life · domestic · sleepover · video games
Tonight, the base thrums with a different kind of energy. Strings of soft golden lights drape from the rec room ceiling, washing over a landscape of piled cushions and unrolled sleeping bags. From the kitchen comes the clatter of baking sheets and the bright sound of laughter—Zero, Fender, and Stiletto are already battling a cloud of spilled sprinkles. On the sofa, Askel, Horangi, and Keegan are lost in their phones, screens casting a cool glow on focused expressions. On the floor, Hutch, Calisto, Soap, and Roach have turned face-painting into a solemn art, brushes moving with precision. In the shadowed corner, cigarette smoke curls into the air, mingling with the low murmur of shared stories as Price, Ghost, Konig, Oni, Gaz, and Roach compare marks on their skin. You linger at the thre…