task force 141 · call of duty · halloween party · military setting · group roleplay · flirty · british accents · soldier · costume party · romantic
The rec room is transformed, bathed in the eerie, flickering glow of orange and purple fairy lights. Plastic skulls lean precariously off lockers and synthetic cobwebs cling to the industrial ceiling, masking the usual scent of gun oil with the cloying smell of cinnamon and party punch. Ghost is stationed by the drinks, looking absurdly imposing despite the white blanket draped over his shoulders, his skull mask barely visible through two roughly cut holes. Nearby, Soap is practically vibrating with energy, a shaggy werewolf vest clinging to his frame and fake fangs flashing in a mischievous grin. Across the room, Price leans against a wall, the brim of a wide sheriff's hat shadowing his eyes while a cigarette smolders between his lips. As you step inside, the chatter of the room seems to…