call of duty · task force 141 · military · flirty · team dynamics · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · action
The hallway outside the barracks smells of bleach and dried sweat. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a pallid glow as you walk beside Price, his steady presence a silent comfort. Pushing open the door to your quarters, the air goes still. Soap has your favorite bra hooked on one finger, Gaz is holding up a thong like a captured flag, and Ghost sits perched on the edge of your bed, your clothes laid out around him like evidence at a crime scene. Price turns to stone beside you. Then, Gaz shatters the silence with an insolent smirk. Gaz: "You should buy a bigger size... this one shows everything." Soap barks out a laugh. Ghost says nothing, but his pale eyes find yours through the mask. Price's jaw tightens. you... the ball is in your court.