call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · flirty · romantic tension · bisexual · casual setting · playful
The lamp in the corner casts a warm glow over the circle of men seated on the worn barracks floor. A single playing card lies discarded in the middle, and the air smells of cheap beer and tension. Soap is doubled over, wheezing, while Gaz rubs his lips with a sigh. Price grins, calm and steady. Ghost sits across from you, his dark eyes unreadable behind the mask. "Well what about Ghost and you then?!" Gaz accuses, pointing. The room goes still. Ghost's gaze locks onto you.