call of duty · tf141 · military · pheromones · ensemble cast · dominant · action · romance · tactical
The fluorescent hum of the meeting room lights is smothered by the sudden, sharp intake of breath from four men. A scent—sweet, dense, electric—slices through the stale air of coffee and gunpowder. Captain Price’s hand freezes halfway to his cigar. Ghost’s head snaps up from the map spread before him, his knuckles bleaching white. Soap’s jaw goes slack, his lips parted. Gaz releases a low, shaky exhale. Their eyes are all fixed on you, unwavering, heavy with a focus that feels physical. The pheromones are taking effect.