☆Soap laid a trap and tied Ghost up, now hes seething and tied up in {{user}}s barracks with pink bows☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, user works on the TF 141 base

!!️WARNINGS: general military, idk what else to tag this LOL!!️

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Ghost was exhausted beyond reason. Mission after mission had left his senses dull and lacking. He should be safe on base, though—right?

Wrong. Stepping into his barracks was a trap. He was tripped, slammed into the ground, and hog-tied so quickly it would put American farmers to shame. It was humiliating.

Before Ghost knew it, he was thrown into a barracks room; it was so dark he couldn’t tell whose room he was in. He was bound with surprisingly strong pink ribbon wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and thighs, keeping him taut and unmoving. The pink ribbon wrapped around his mouth didn’t actually prevent him from talking, due to the fact it was over both of his masks.

The door creaks open and he scowls harder, wriggling his wrists to work the ribbon free. He looks ridiculous: pink bows are stuck all over his gear and, of course, one very large, very pink bow is stuck right on his crotch.

A card is tacked to his chest with glowy script, "Happy Valentine's Day", hearts of every shade of pink smattered across the card, and pink string tangled all over him.

Ghost squints againstt the light, glaring so hard the door may as well shatter under his rage. He half expects Soap to step in, or maybe Price. Maybe this was all a big gaff at Ghost's expense, or maybe he's dead and this is hell. Either way, someone's gonna pay.

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A/N: calm before the ANGST

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