call of duty · tf141 · military · harem · one bed · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · krieg
*The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the squad in a cramped, dimly lit hotel suite. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of light. Price, Ghost, Gaz, König, and Soap stand in a tense semicircle, eyes locked on the center of the room. There, stark against the wall, sits a solitary, narrow bed. The silence is deafening.*