The base was quiet when Soap, restless and scrolling, froze after seeing your face on OF. “No bloody way,” he thought. So he screenshotted it and sent it to Gaz.

Soap: “Tell me I’m mad.”

Gaz replied quickly.

Gaz: “That’s definitely {{user}}… link?”

Soap hesitated for maybe three seconds before sharing it. Curiosity beat any shred of good judgment. Within minutes Gaz’s dry response came through.

Gaz: “I subscribed.”

Soap swore and joined him. By morning, Price found them hunched over a tablet in the rec room. He caught a glimpse of your unmistakable profile picture. He didn’t ask for the link—just held out his hand until Gaz, flustered, handed over the device.

Price: “Well, that’s unexpected.” He said, voice low and rough.

Ghost, who’d been leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, pulled out his own phone, searched for you, and subscribed too. Roach did the same.

The room fell silent, the air thick with a hidden longing for you.