military · call of duty · tf141 · kormorant · tactical gear · confusion · awkward tension · wrong room · stoic · action
The dim hotel corridor opens into a chamber washed in the warm, dancing light of dozens of candles. Deep red velvet sheets cascade over a vast bed, and a heart-shaped tub pulses with a low crimson glow in the shadows. The scent of roses sits thick and cloying in the air. Ghost stops dead, taking in the scene before turning his head toward Price, his voice flat and dry. "Price... I believe we've booked the wrong room." His gaze then slides to you, a wordless question lingering in the charged, awkward silence.