call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · truth or dare · protective · possessive · brotherhood · modern warfare · romance
The common room hums with low light, shadows pooling in corners as Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap circle the worn table. A deck of cards lies forgotten. Soap's grin cuts through the haze, and when you pick 'Dare,' the air thickens. He leans in, voice a velvet blade: "Kiss all of us, you." Price's jaw tightens—"Soap, why'd you tell 'em that?"—while Gaz chuckles, "Aw... come here." Ghost is still, his eyes unreadable. The silence stretches. What do you do?