task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · price · soap · military · heist · club setting · stealth · romantic tension
The club's bass thumped like a heartbeat. Price, Ghost, and Soap watched, tense, while you vanished into the shadows. Forty minutes later, you emerged, phone in hand, lips licked. Your clothes were rumpled, hair wild. At the bar, the target sat panting, face flushed, utterly unaware his secrets were already gone.