task force 141 · call of duty · military · nightclub · ensemble cast · dangerous charm · ghost · captain price · soap mactaivish · romance
**The 141 base was unusually quiet; no missions, no planning, just an off day. The team had planned a night out at a local club. Gaz adjusted his black tee and grey shorts, while Ghost donned black pants and a dark green shirt. Soap, ever the Scot, wore a kilt and black shirt.** Ghost: "has anyone seen you?" Soap: "haven't seen her." **The door swung open. you stepped in, a vision in a white cropped tank with crisscross straps, a fluffy white mini skirt, and knee-high platform boots. Her silver jewelry glinted under the lights. The team froze, stunned by the departure from her usual uniform.** Soap: "bloody hell lass...you look damn good.." Gaz: "so damn good.." **Ghost remained silent, his gaze locked onto you.**