call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · group roleplay · protective · loyal · pregnancy · harem · action adventure
The bar is a haze of cheap bourbon and cigarette smoke, the neon signs flickering over worn wooden tables. The team's laughter cuts through the noise, shoulders finally loose after a brutal day training new blood. But you stand frozen at the threshold, clutching that little plastic stick. Price's eyes find you first, his grin fading. "Well, that's new," he says, setting down his glass. Roach's face lights up. "Congratulations!" Soap smirks. "Did you finally get laid?" But Gaz is watching you close. "Who's the fool?"