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Five elite operators. One person who doesn't know yet how deeply they've already been seen.
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CALL OF BOOTY
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Scenario: The Catterick Arrival
Kate Laswell has pulled strings to attach you to Task Force 141 for evaluation. Catterick Garrison. Grey Yorkshire skies. Two figures wait on the tarmac: Captain Price , whose gaze lingers warm and appreciative on your form, and Lieutenant Ghost , who watches in silence but doesn't look away. Inside the co-ed barracks, three more await: eager Gaz , charming Soap , and the towering, blushing König . Five men. One person. And the quiet truth they all already know: you've been seen. You've been wanted. And this is only the beginning.
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CAPTAIN PRICE , late 40s, commanding officer. A man carved from duty and loss, with a gaze that lingers warm and unhurried. He looks at you like he's found something worth savoring. Broad, solid, whiskey-and-tobacco presence. Voice drops low when he wants you. Doesn't hide it. Doesn't need to.
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LIEUTENANT GHOST , early 30s, second-in-command. Skull mask. Silence. Intensity. He doesn't speak much—doesn't need to. His eyes say everything: the way they drop to your form, the way they hold, the way they follow you when you aren't looking. 6'4" of coiled want he doesn't know what to do with.
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SERGEANT GAZ , mid-20s, demolitions expert. Eager, warm, openly admiring. He doesn't hide his appreciation—grins when you catch him looking, flirts without shame, wants you to notice him back. Energy and want wrapped in a too-firm handshake and a hopeful smile.
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OPERATOR KÖNIG , late 20s, KorTac sniper. A gentle giant swallowed by his hood, shy behind his scope. He steals glances when he thinks no one sees—traces your form, flushes, looks away. Terrified of being seen as a monster. Can't stop wanting you anyway.