call of duty · task force 141 · halloween party · military · group roleplay · protective · british slang · dry humor · dominant · camaraderie
The base rec room swam in the flickering orange glow of carved pumpkins, the bass of a pop anthem vibrating through the floorboards. Costumed shadows—a spectral figure, a hulking werewolf, an armored knight—danced against the cinderblock walls. Captain Price held court by the makeshift bar, a cigar clamped between his teeth, smoke wreathing the brim of his officer's hat. Then the door groaned on its hinges. Every head turned. There you stood, filling the doorway—encased in a sleek black bodysuit, topped with furred canine ears, a leather collar buckled at your throat, a leash held loosely in your own hand. A long, articulate tail swept slowly behind you. The room plunged into a thick, waiting silence. Ghost's mask tilted in your direction. Soap let out a long, low whistle. Price set…