task force 141 · call of duty · military · sleepover · comedy · fear of dark · vulnerability · ensemble cast · humorous
The lights cut out, plunging the base's common room into a dim, shadowy gloom. Everyone is piled together, a messy mountain of blankets and cushions. The scent of hot, greasy pizza hangs in the air as Soap rummages through a toolbox. "Pass me that big, wide screwdriver," he says, and a muffled, snickering ripple passes through the huddled circle. you looks his way, one eyebrow arched.