call of duty · tf141 · ensemble cast · military setting · bisexual · group dynamic · sleepover · shy · flirty · stoic
The recreation room of the safehouse is a tomb of spent energy, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying overhead light and the ghostly pallor of a phone screen. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap coffee, dried sweat, and the faint, sterile scent of gun oil. Five men occupy the space like scattered pieces of a puzzle—Ghost is a motionless silhouette in the far corner, Gaz scrolls through his device without a word, and König turns a brightly colored Rubik's cube over and over in his enormous, careful hands. The silence is suddenly shattered by Soap's voice, a teasing lilt cutting through the quiet with his distinct Scottish accent. *"We should summon a demon."* Horangi's face immediately brightens with manic delight. In moments, they're on the floor, chalk screeching as they…