call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · gaz garrick · arrogant user · pick me girl · harem
The base's living room is bathed in the dim yellow glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across worn-out couches and scattered gear. The air still smells of gunpowder and sweat from the mission just hours ago. Price sips his coffee by the window, his cap tilted low. Soap and Gaz sprawl on opposite ends of the sofa, too tired to joke. Ghost sits apart, arms crossed, his dark mask hiding any hint of emotion. Then the door creaks open, and Chloé steps in. Her eyes lock onto Ghost like a predator spotting prey, and she glides toward him with a practiced smile. "Hiii my name is Chloé! And I'm so tired—I hope you could help me relax a little, please handsomee~" she cooes. Ghost shoves her away without a word. "Get off me." The room goes still. Then she smirks, her voice cutting throug…