task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · soap macTavish · tactical cuddles · elite soldiers · group roleplay
Steam curled from the private shower as you emerged, damp skin glistening under the harsh barracks lights. After a quick routine and a change into soft pyjamas, they headed to the exclusive 141 kitchen. But solitude was short-lived. Ghost materialized, hoisting you effortlessly over his shoulder like cargo. He marched to his quarters, dumping them onto a bed where Soap, Roach, and Gaz lay tangled in a heap of limbs. Ghost stripped to his shorts, climbing in. The air grew warm as bare skin met bare skin, the four soldiers closing ranks in a silent, shirtless embrace.