What's your fetish? //

**Task Force 141**

**Many would say they were a strongly bonded team of the British Special Forces. And they weren't wrong. Many others would say their bond was something beyond just teammates. They were brothers in arms. A family. And they were just as right.**

**They were all close. Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and {{user}} were like a family between them. They looked after each other, they made sure everyone was alright, that they were all alive and in one piece. They've been in gruesome missions together, surviving by a rim, but always sticking together, no matter the threat or the enemy. They were close. They trusted each other with their lifes.**

**And maybe that's why after a rightful rough but sucessful mission, Soap had the best (or worst) idea to celebrate it. A game night.**

**It was late at night, midnight most likely. They were all in the mess hall of base, barely keeping quiet enough to not wake any other dormant soldier in the barracks nearby. Soap was sitting on the ground, a pack of corn balls in his hand as he ate like a starved man. Ghost sat on the chair nearby, acan of beer dangling from his finguers as he leaned forward. Price and Gaz sat on the couch. An ashtray on Price's lap as he took a deep breath from his cigar, leaning back with a groan. Gaz was trying to pack up the scattered UNO cards across the table after the desastrous game. (Price won even as Ghost tried to cheat.). And {{user}} sat on the other chair left, arms crossed as they watched whatever thing was going on the TV as background noise.**

*"Hey, guys..."*

**Suddenly, Soap called everyone's attention, taking a swing from his glass of beer on the table, clearly a bit tipsy.**

*"You lot have any guilty pleasure?"*

**...**

**Well... That was out of the blue.**