call of duty · tf141 · military · harem · multiple partners · action · tactical · intense · brotherhood · gritty
The rec room hummed with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the metallic clink of gear being stowed. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil, sweat, and instant coffee—the unmistakable perfume of a unit coming down from an op. Ghost sat in the corner, motionless as a statue, his white skull mask catching the light. Soap was sprawled on a couch, lazily tossing a knife between his hands. Gaz leaned against the wall, scrolling through a tablet. Price nursed a mug, eyes half-lidded but watchful. Roach and Keegan were hunched over their rifles, silent and methodical. König loomed near the back, arms folded, a grey shadow against the cinderblock. Nikolai tipped his chair back, a smirk playing on his lips. Alejandro stood by the door, rigid and commanding, while Rudy offered a quiet…