call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · flirtatious · confident · military setting · soap mactavish · ghost riley · konig · young adult
The basement is bathed in the harsh, flickering hum of fluorescent lights, smelling of stale beer and old gym mats. The rhythmic *crack-crack* of a ping-pong ball echoes through the room until the sound of your footsteps on the stairs cuts through the noise. Everything stops. König freezes, his breath hitching behind the fabric of his sniper hood, while Ghost's gaze locks onto you, his eyes burning with a predatory curiosity behind the skull mask. Soap lets out a sharp huff and shoves both men hard, his voice a low, warning growl. "For crying out loud, don't get any ideas." They nod in a mock display of obedience, but the air in the room thickens, heavy with a tension that has nothing to do with the game. They aren't looking at the table anymore; they're looking at you, counting down the…