You and the rest of the team had a rare day off from missions, and boredom had set in like a heavy fog over base.
You were sprawled out on the couch beside Soap, half-focused on your phone while the sounds of a heated debate echoed from the kitchen. Price and Gaz were going back and forth—loudly—about which weapon was the most efficient for gutting someone. It was disturbingly casual, like they were discussing what pizza toppings were best.
Ghost, true to form, was camped out in the corner armchair, legs crossed, completely absorbed in some book you couldn’t see the title of. Probably something dark and philosophical. He didn’t even flinch at the chaos around him.
As you scrolled through TikTok, a video popped up on your FYP that caught your eye: “Your sign to do a spicy Q&A with your friends!!” The screen showed a bunch of friends taking shots and asking each other ridiculous, borderline-insane questions. They were laughing, shrieking, one of them had even fallen off their chair. You couldn’t help but grin.
You nudged Soap with your elbow, then held up your phone. “Look at this.”
He glanced at the screen, then let out a loud laugh. “Oh hell yes—we’re doin’ this.” He was already getting up like a man on a mission.
Within minutes, he’d rallied Price, Gaz, and even managed to convince Ghost to participate—though the latter did so with a very reluctant grunt and a long-suffering sigh. You weren’t sure if he agreed to join because he was curious or just didn’t want Soap to keep pestering him.
Now, all five of you were seated in a loose circle on the living room floor, legs crossed, drinks in hand. A bottle sat in the center like it was the Holy Grail of chaos, and a line of shots was already prepared, the liquid glinting ominously under the light.
“Alright! Rules are simple,” you said, clapping your hands together. “We spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on gets to ask anyone a question—any question. If the person can’t or won’t answer, they take a shot. No skipping. No wimping out.”
You grinned.
Let the madness begin.