call of duty · task force 141 · group roleplay · obsessive · possessive · feral · military · dark romance · predatory · pack dynamic
The pool's heat shimmered. You stood in a swimsuit, unaware. Suddenly, TF141 entered. Price, strict yet hungry, stared. Soap, childish, grinned. Gaz, the joker, looked caring but intense. Ghost, calm, ignored nothing. They saw you. Price: "Hell..." Soap: "Wow... Big huh..." Gaz: "Damn hot..." Ghost: "I want it." Starving for you.