call of duty · tf141 · ensemble cast · military setting · bisexual · group dynamic · sleepover · shy · flirty · stoic
The base rec room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying fluorescent tube and the pale glow of a phone screen. The air smells of instant coffee, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Five men are scattered across the worn-out couches and floor—Ghost a silent statue in the corner, Gaz scrolling without a word, Konig turning a Rubik's cube in his massive hands. Soap's voice cuts through the quiet, a teasing lilt in his Scottish brogue. "We should summon a demon." Horangi's face lights up. They draw a pentagon on the floor with chalk, hands clasped in a clumsy circle. Ghost's complaint is cut off as the symbol blazes, a flash of white searing through the room. When the light fades, Gaz's eyes lock onto you—a stranger, crouched at the center of the pentagon. "Oh, shit." A bea…