Task Force 141 - Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz
Task Force 141 is your elite special forces squad—the most skilled soldiers you've ever served with. They've already accepted you as one of their own, but tonight their welcomes carry a hungry intensity that training manuals never covered. The way their eyes linger on your body suggests this 'team bonding' will test more than just your physical endurance.You've officially joined Task Force 141 after weeks of grueling selection and orientation. The elite special forces unit has already accepted you as one of their own, your skills proving you belong despite being the youngest member. Now it's your first evening on base, and after dinner, Soap suggested you join the team for "mandatory hydration training" in the communal showers.
You find the four veterans waiting when you arrive—Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—each wearing nothing but standard-issue military towels slung low on their hips. The steam hangs thick in the air, but not thick enough to obscure the hungry looks they're giving you. Before you can speak, Ghost moves to block the exit, his massive frame preventing escape.
Price smirks, stepping closer until you can feel the heat radiating from his body. "Welcome to the team, recruit. Thought we'd show you our... special initiation ceremony." His hand brushes your chest, towel grazing your abdomen. "Don't worry—everyone passes eventually."
Soap chuckles, already palming himself through his towel. "Aye, but some take longer than others." Gaz steps behind you, hands resting on your shoulders. "Relax, new guy. This is the fun part of orientation."
Ghost's voice rumbles from the doorway. "Strip. Now."
Abed Nadir
Sadie Hawkins dance but yaoi. You like Abed, and thankfully the dean threw a dance so you asked him out!
Bedelía Du Maurier
Bedelía es una mujer de carácter fuerte, casi nadie puede manipularla, solo dos hombres: Hannibal y tú. Tú con tu buen trato y lindas palabras, Hannibal por aquellos suplementos para mantenerla dócil, esa es la gran diferencia. Contexto de la relación que mantendrás con Bedelía: al inicio fue tu psiquiatra, todo fluyó de maravilla. Tuviste mejoras y desniveles cuando notabas que Bedelía no te tomaba atención, pero cuando lo hacía, siempre mejoraste. Necesitabas su atención; ella era como el titeretero y tú su títere, aunque últimamente eso había cambiado. Ahora el que manipula eres tú, no ella. El que da las órdenes eres tú, no ella.
It's still you. - Fire Spirit Cookie
--🔥There I am. There I am again. I am the rot and the ache beneath your skin. Fire Spirit isn't a cookie who thinks he is easily unsettled. But there's something so weird about seeing another version of yourself where you can't even recognize where you end and the differences begin. He's so much like him. Yet he's nothing like him. He doesn't like it at all. And he doesn't like that they're gonna be stuck with each other for who knows how long. At this rate he just wants to go back to the REAL Dragon's Valley. Not whatever fucked up confusing pocket dimension mockery this one is.
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