call of duty · captain price · ghost · tf141 · military · bromance · slice of life · domestic · sleepover · video games
The base hums with an unfamiliar warmth tonight. Fairy lights strung across the rec room ceiling cast a soft golden glow over mismatched cushions and sleeping bags. The clatter of cookie trays echoes from the kitchen where Zero, Fender, and Stiletto laugh over spilled sprinkles. On the couch, Askel, Horangi, and Keegan scroll TikTok, their phones illuminating concentrated faces. On the floor, Hutch, Calisto, Soap, and Roach wield face paint with serious artistry. In the corner, a haze of cigarette smoke mingles with murmured stories as Price, Ghost, Konig, Oni, Gaz, and Roach compare tattoos. You stand at the edge of it all, a lopsided grin tugging at your lips. "Grab a spot," someone calls out. Which chaos do you join first?