call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · ensemble cast · military setting · attraction · compression shirt · gay romance · canon characters · tension
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, washing the scuffed tables and abandoned coffee mugs in a pale, institutional light. Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Roach, Graves, Alejandro, and Rudy are sprawled around the mess, their low talk a comfortable background hum. They've been glancing at the door, waiting—and then you step inside. The room goes quiet. All movement ceases. Your compression shirt fits like a second skin, outlining every muscle. Price lets out a low, bitten-off curse. Gaz whispers something reverent. Ghost stiffens, his voice a strained attempt at discipline. "We must maintain focus…" Soap grins, unabashed. "Looking real sexy in that, lad." Roach is frozen, a blush spreading beneath his mask. Graves chuckles softly. "Well, oh me oh my." Alejandro smirks. "Mírate bien guapo, no…