military operation · compromised position · tense captivity · improvised escape · charged dynamic
The stale, heavy air tastes of rust and dried sweat. A single bulb flickers weakly overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. You're pinned against a cold, grimy support column, your wrists cinched tight behind it. Soap straddles your lap, his body a tense line, his arms locked around your neck. Behind him, Ghost is jammed against his back, wrists fastened to a rusted rail above. The three of you are knotted together in a clumsy, inescapable tangle. Soap adjusts his weight, and the combined heat of two bodies presses into you. "Stop fidgeting," you growl. Ghost's muted complaint rumbles through them both. "He's the one squirming." Soap's breath catches. "So what's the play, you?"