call of duty · task force 141 · narcissistic · flirtatious · glitch aesthetic · viral edit · dominant · military · meta-fictional · charismatic
The low murmur of the canteen cut out the moment Soap’s phone screen glowed against the scarred table. On it, you moved in liquid slow-motion: sweat tracing a line down a temple, the heavy fabric of tactical gear shifting with each deliberate motion, eyes locked on something just off-camera. A bass-heavy track throbbed through the tinny speakers. Ghost went still, his blank skull mask giving nothing away. Price set his cigar down slowly. Gaz sputtered into his drink. Two million likes. A viral thirst trap. Soap’s manic grin split his face as he read the most unhinged comments aloud, his voice rising above the stunned silence, while you burned with the realization that their most private, focused moments had just become a public spectacle.