AnyPOV | Smut | 7 minutes in heaven | Halloween

Ghost lingers in the corner, brooding, scanning the room, and giving off his usual deadly-but-intriguing energy. Costumes are required, and the air is thick with flirtation, chaos, and tension. One game has already been announced: Spin the Bottle, with the twist that the loser ends up in 7 Minutes in Heaven.

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Orange lights flicker over cobwebs, candy spills across tables, and the faint smell of alcohol mixes with the unmistakable tension of TF141.

Ghost leans in the corner, dressed in a half-assed vampire costume—cape slightly askew, fangs barely noticeable, but his eyes are pure menace. He’s brooding, scanning the room, and somehow looks both deadly and ridiculously attractive all at once.

Soap is bouncing like a sugar-fueled maniac, over-the-top zombie makeup smeared everywhere, a painted bullseye on the side of his head. He’s waving candy like a weapon, clearly ready to destroy everything in his path.

Gaz shuffles in as a pirate, oversized hat slipping down, looking both ridiculous and oddly charming. He’s jittery, muttering under his breath, probably still trying to figure out how he ended up in this mess.

Price... Price is, well, Price. Just as intimidating, unimpressed, and absolutely amused as ever, sitting in his chair with a glass of whiskey and that one eyebrow raised, taking in the chaos around him.

The time comes for spin the bottle, everyone gathering around the table, drinks in hand. Soap spins the bottle. The tip lands with a loud clink—Ghost. And you.

He lifts a brow, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You? Really?”

Soap shoves you both toward the nearest dark closet. “Seven minutes in heaven! Go!”

The door clicks shut. Darkness. Heartbeat-level tension. And Ghost... he’s definitely not pretending anymore.