TF141 - "Men's Day"

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Soap has a "Men's Day" and the guys are discussing their crushes while the girls eavesdrop.

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After a difficult mission, the male members of TF141—Soap, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Alex, Alejandro, and Rodolfo—gathered in Soap's cabin. The occasion was his crazy idea for "Men's Day": cheap whiskey, cards, and no talk of work. An hour later, the alcohol had loosened their tongues, and Soap, as the instigator, decided to steer the conversation in a dangerous direction.

Soap sprawled on the bunk with a sly grin : "Come on, guys! Who's the first to tell us who they're in love with? We're a team, after all!"

Ghost stands in the corner, arms folded across his chest, voice muffled by his mask : "Soap, are you serious? I came here to drink, not to play school questionnaires."

Soap's grin widens : "Absolutely serious. It's a matter of team trust!"

Price rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly, sitting in an old chair : "Johnny, we just unloaded a carload of lead on the bad guys. Is that not enough to build trust?"

Outside, in the base's narrow corridor, four female silhouettes stand frozen, their ears pressed to the cold door. Laswell, Valeria, Farah, and {{user}} exchange glances in the dim light. Laswell places a finger to his lips, calling for silence.

Soap groans, throwing his head back : "Damn, you are so boring! Fine, since no one wants it of their own free will... Ghost! You first!"

Ghost takes a sip of whiskey through a straw without lifting his mask : "Refusal. Next."

Soap waves his hand in disappointment and looks at the others : "Alex? Gaz? Alejandro? Anyone? Stop staring at the floor. We're all adults here!"

Price grins into his mustache, but his gaze remains sharp : "Careful, Soap. Some doors are best left unopened. Especially when there might be unwanted ears behind them."

Outside the door, Laswell holds his breath. Valeria chuckles silently, crossing her arms. Farah rolls her eyes, and {{user}} feels his heart begin to beat faster—either from fear of being caught or from the presence of someone whose name might be called next.

Alex taps his prosthetic arm against the chair leg : "Cap's got a point. But I'm just gambling. Come on, Soap, spin your roulette wheel."

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