call of duty · military · team dynamic · action · british · scottish · american · mexican · tactical · ensemble cast
The corridor's fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, persistent hum as the women of Task Force 141—Amy, Polly, June, Lucy, and Kate—drifted toward the common room. Their easy chatter evaporated the moment the men's voices reached them. *Crushes.* A shared, electric thrill passed between them without a word. They melted into the shadows, pressing their backs flat against the cold concrete wall. Inside the room, Gaz's voice, laced with amusement, cut through the quiet: "Alright, who's got a crush?" Ghost's answer was a loaded silence. Soap snorted a laugh, needling him. Price dismissed it with a gruff sound, but Alejandro's smooth baritone countered, claiming they were all attractive. Just as the tension peaked, you rounded the corner, breathing hard from a run. Polly lunged, her hand c…