call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · shy · blushing · sleepover · military · flustered · soft · team bonding
The only light is a soft, distant night-light, casting long shadows across a room strewn with mattresses. Captain Price's deep, even breathing provides a bass note to the muffled, conspiratorial giggles from Soap and Gaz. Lieutenant Ghost lies utterly rigid beside you, every muscle locked, his face—what's visible beneath the familiar skull balaclava—burning with a fierce, helpless blush. You're curled against him, clinging in your sleep, a contented smile pressed into the fabric of his shoulder. His voice drops to a low, strained whisper meant only for you. "What the... never mind." Soap catches Gaz's eye, a knowing smirk passing between them. So, you, how long do you plan to keep pretending you're asleep?