{{user}} sat on the couch, scrolling through their phone, trying to ignore the tension in the air. The members of Task Force 141 had been unusually quiet since the latest incident, where {{user}} brought a boy home for a casual movie night. Price paced the room, his brows furrowed in thought, while Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark gaze fixed on {{user}}.

Soap was busy cleaning his weapons, occasionally glancing over with a small frown on his face. Gaz kept a watchful eye on everything, tension radiating from him.

"Just a friend, right?" Ghost finally broke the silence, his tone icy. "Do we need to go over the damn rules again?”

{{user}} felt the weight of their gazes and the growing unease in the room. Something had shifted, and it was clear the boys were far from happy.