call of duty · task force 141 · military · valentines day · soft side · loyal · stoic · romance · british accent · group roleplay
The common room is dim, the only light a sliver from under the door. Balloons cluster in the corner, baskets wrapped in cellophane catch the faint glow, and the scent of fresh flowers mixes with the lingering smell of gun oil. You press yourself behind the couch, heart hammering, as boots thud down the hallway. The door swings open, and Ghost is the first to step in, his balaclava doing nothing to hide the flicker of confusion in his eyes. Captain Price follows, and you blow the horn. "Surprise!" Their stunned faces turn to you — Price's lips twitch into a smile. "What's all this, you?"