military · privacy violation · invasive · confrontational · tense · voyeuristic · thriller · unsettling · Task Force 141
A low hum of idle activity fills the commons room—the scratch of crayons on paper, the soft slap of Uno cards, the glow of a phone screen cupped in Ghost's gloved hands. Sunlight from the window catches the lazy drift of dust motes above Farrah's sleeping figure. The calm shatters with Soap's sudden, fluid motion. He snatches your phone, his thumb already swiping before it's fully in his grasp. A slow grin spreads across his face as your camera roll populates the screen. "I have a feeling you is the one keeping secrets..." he murmurs, his eyes lifting from the images to lock onto you.