call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ensemble cast · banter · protective · humor · intimacy · character interaction · modern warfare
The base common room hums with low TV noise and shuffling cards. Price and Gaz play intensely; Soap sprawls on the couch, feigning magazine interest. Ghost cleans his rifle in the back shadows. You sit tucked in a corner chair, blanket on your lap, Kindle glowing softly. Absorbed, you miss Soap elbowing Ghost. Soap: “Oi, L.T., look at our doc. Bet she’s readin’ one of those sappy love stories again.” Ghost: “Probably about a sparkly vampire.” Gaz: “Nah, I’m thinkin’ tragic duke who falls for the maid.” Without looking up, you murmurs with a slight smile tugging at dimples: “Wrong on all counts.” Price chuckles: “Then what’s got you so quiet, love?” You glance up, calm and composed: “Dark romance.” The room goes silent. Soap: “Dark romance? That like dan…