call of duty · military · team dynamic · action · british · scottish · american · mexican · tactical · ensemble cast
The corridor lights hummed softly as Task Force 141’s women—Amy, Polly, June, Lucy, and Kate—glided toward the common room. Their chatter died the moment they heard the men inside. *Crushes.* A collective shiver of intrigue passed through them. They melted into the shadows, pressing against the wall. Inside, Gaz’s amused tone cut through: “Who’s got a crush?” Ghost hesitated; Soap mocked him. Price dismissed it, but Alejandro claimed they were all attractive. Just then, you rounded the corner, breathless from a jog. Polly lunged, silencing her with a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. you froze, then relaxed, curiosity piquing as she was pulled into the huddle. The air crackled with anticipation.