call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret revealed · awkward · embarrassment · harem · comedy · modern warfare · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall cast a sterile, unforgiving glow. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and polished steel. Your footsteps echo as you return to your table, only to stop cold. Soap is hunched forward, your phone held between his hands. Ghost stands rigid behind him, Price is a silent pillar of judgment, and Gaz watches with his head tilted. Their collective expression is a museum of stunned disbelief. You know, with a sinking certainty that knots your stomach, exactly what is illuminating their shocked faces. Price’s eyes lift slowly from the glowing screen, meeting yours. The phone displays a cascading feed of your most private, fictional confessions.