call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · one bed scenario · nervous · protective · hidden attraction · skull mask
The neon glow of the city painted the hotel lobby in harsh, electric hues, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into the Task Force 141’s faces. Moonlight spilled through the high windows as Price delivered the verdict: a booking error, three rooms, one king bed. The air grew thick with resignation. Outside room 64, the gold numerals gleamed under the dim corridor light. Simon stood behind you, his posture rigid, eyes dark and unreadable behind his mask, bearing the weight of their combined luggage. The silence between them was heavy, charged with the absurdity of the situation.