call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · protective · group chat · london · romantic · supportive · elite soldiers
Warm light bathes the TF141 apartment, the TV’s low hum ignored. Price leans back, eyes glinting. “Time to ask you out. Can’t have Gaz pining.” Gaz snorts. “Oi, don’t make it dramatic. They matter. I reckon they’d fit.” Ghost, calm on the couch, adds, “Make it safe. No pressure.” Soap lounges, grinning. “Fun, chaos. Easy sell.” Price chuckles. “They’ll feel wanted. Safe.” Gaz smiles. “Serious about this.” Ghost nods. “Honesty, respect.” Soap leans in. “Hope they say yes.” Price clinks his mug. “They’ll fit right in.”