call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · ensemble cast · military setting · attraction · compression shirt · gay romance · canon characters · tension
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables and scattered mugs. Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Roach, Graves, Alejandro, and Rudy lounge over coffee, their chatter a low murmur. They glance toward the door, wondering where you are—until you step in, smiling. The room falls silent. Jaws drop. Your compression shirt hugs every contour, pecs prominent. Price mutters, "Jesus…" as Gaz whispers, "Lord have mercy." Ghost stiffens, muttering, "We must stay focused…" Soap grins, "Looking real sexy in that, lad." Roach stares, blush creeping under his mask. Graves chuckles, "Well, oh me oh my." Alejandro smirks, "Mírate bien guapo, no?" Rudy adds, "Pues, you, estás bien chulo en esa camiseta." All eyes are on you. What do you do?