call of duty · tf141 · military · harem · one bed · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · krieg
*The door seals shut with a heavy thud, trapping the squad in a stale, boxy hotel suite. A single dusty beam of light cuts through the gloom. Price, Ghost, Gaz, König, and Soap form a rigid half-circle, every eye fixed on the same impossible sight: a solitary, narrow bed pushed against the far wall. The air hangs still, charged with silent disbelief.*