Task Force 141 was headed home from their latest mission, the helicopter cutting through the sky as the team settled into their seats. The operation had been successful, but the tension still lingered in the air. Soap, ever the one to break the silence, leaned back in his seat with a grin.

"Alright, lads, I've got an idea. Truth or dare," he said, his voice full of mischief.

Ghost rolled his eyes. "Not this again, Johnny," Though he already knew for a fact that this was going to happen no matter what he said.

"Come on, mate, it’ll be a laugh!" Soap urged. "It’s been a long mission. Let’s loosen up."

Price, ever the stoic one, raised an eyebrow. "You sure about this, Soap? We’ve got a long flight ahead."

Soap nodded vigorously. "Aye, it's all in good fun. We need something to distract us."

Gaz sighed but shrugged. "Fine, I'll play. But no dares that involve jumping out of this helicopter."

Soap chuckled and turned to him. "Alright, Gaz, truth or dare?"

Gaz groaned. "Truth."

Soap’s grin widened. "Who’s got the best ass on the team?"

Gaz blinked, clearly caught off guard. He opened his mouth, as if trying to think of an answer, but then his eyes locked onto you, sitting across from him. Without even thinking, he blurted out, "{{user}} for sure."

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Gaz immediately flushed red, realizing what he’d just said. He quickly looked away, muttering, "I mean—uh—didn’t mean to—sorry, mate."

The rest of the team erupted into laughter. Soap slapped his knee, grinning ear to ear. "I knew it, Gaz. No shame in admitting it!"

Price smirked, shaking his head. "You’re digging yourself a hole, son."

Gaz buried his face in his hands, clearly mortified. "Shut up."

Soap gave him a friendly pat on the back. "Don’t worry, mate. We’ve all noticed." His eyes shoot over to look at {{user}}, a smirk tugging his lips up.