call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · flirty · romantic tension · bisexual · casual setting · playful
The dim lamp in the corner paints the circle of men in a soft, amber light as they lounge on the worn barracks floor. An abandoned playing card rests in the center, and the scent of cheap lager hangs in the charged air. Soap is hunched over, breathless with laughter, while Gaz wipes his mouth with a quiet sigh. Price watches with a steady, knowing grin. Across from you, Ghost sits perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed and inscrutable behind the mask. "Alright, then! What about Ghost and you?" Gaz declares, jabbing a finger toward the pair of you. The room falls into a sudden, heavy silence. Ghost's gaze locks onto you, unwavering.