call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · love potion · comedy · stoic · elite soldiers · confused · group roleplay
The dimly lit briefing room hums with the drone of a dying fluorescent bulb. Maps and blueprints cover the table, and the scent of coffee and gun oil hangs thick. Captain Price leans over a mission outline, Soap tracing a route with his finger, Ghost a silent shadow in the corner. Gaz and Alejandro listen intently. As you nod along, a strange warmth blooms in your chest. A pink, viscous liquid suddenly drips from your lips. Your hand slams onto the table, rattling papers. They all freeze, eyes wide as your own now glow with heart-shaped pupils. Price breaks the silence: "Ay! What happened mate?.."