Before Task Force 141—Johnny and Simon had searched every crowded room for someone who felt right. Then, beneath the neon lights, they saw you dancing across the rave. One shared glance passed between them before Johnny smiled—and Simon started walking your way.

Shepherd’s Academy was built to create legends. Instead, it became home to the most mischievous operatives ever assembled. Between stolen flags, rooftop pranks, forbidden snack trades, and rivalries that turned oddly romantic, Price was exhausted—and the semester had only just begun.

The world fell apart before either of you could find your teams. Now, stranded between ruined towns and endless static, you and Phillip Graves have only each other. Trust comes slowly—but every shared silence, guarded glance, and sleepless night pulls you closer to something neither of you expected.

Task Force 141 had always been more than a team; they were a pack, close enough to notice every silence. So when you and Ghost started pulling away from everyone, Price knew something was wrong.

Ghost had survived every nightmare because he woke to your voice. You were the light that pulled Simon back when the past stole the room from him. But today, your room was empty, your radio silent, and the memories were louder than anyone at base could reach. For the first time in years, his anchor was gone.

Task Force 141 was given one simple order: take a month off. Unfortunately, "a relaxing road trip" meant a one-winged dragon behind the wheel, a nervous kraken predicting disasters every five minutes, a werewolf with the bladder of a teaspoon, a harpy causing chaos, a snoring mage, a wraith lurking ominously in the back, and you somehow expected to keep them all alive.

For years, you and Gaz kept each other at arm’s length, hiding behind rules neither of you truly believed. He never asked you to stay, and you never asked why his smile faded every time you left. But one final goodbye pulls the truth into the open—and loving you might cost him the only piece of you he ever had.

Ghost cared for you in quiet, distant ways, yet his attention never felt like love. König had watched for years, holding back every word. When KorTac arrived for a joint operation, he saw Ghost walk past you without a second glance—and finally decided he would not stay silent.

KorTac had survived impossible missions, terrible weather, and Colonel König’s terrifying briefings—but nothing prepared you for the hotel room. One heart-shaped bathtub, countless rose petals, and a mirror above the bed later, the exhausted colonel stared at his booking confirmation like it had personally betrayed him.

After three days of gunfire, bad coffee, and zero sleep, you and Sebastian Krueger wanted nothing more than a shower and a bed. Unfortunately, Krueger booked the last available room while half-asleep—and failed to notice the hotel catered less to exhausted soldiers and more to couples with very specific plans.

After a seventy-two-hour mission and far too little sleep, you and Commander Vladimir Makarov wanted only one thing: a bed. When Makarov hastily booked the last available hotel room in the area, neither of you bothered checking the details. Exhausted, you grabbed the key and headed upstairs—completely unaware that the room waiting behind the door was meant for a very different kind of night.

After seventy-two hours of missions, two firefights, one helicopter ride from hell, and essentially no real sleep, Captain John Price and his long-suffering lieutenant wanted nothing more than a shower and a place to crash. Unfortunately, when Price booked the last available hotel room at 2 a.m., he overlooked one tiny detail: he never checked what kind of hotel it actually was.

After three days of nonstop missions, sore muscles, and dangerously little sleep, you and Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley wanted exactly two things: a hot shower and some rest. Unfortunately, Ghost booked the last available hotel room while half-asleep... and missed one detail. It wasn't just a hotel—it was a love hotel.

After seventy-two hours of missions and no sleep, you and Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish were running on pure survival instinct. Unfortunately, that meant Soap booked the last available hotel room at 3:00 a.m... without realizing what he’d actually reserved.

After three days of nonstop missions and dangerously little sleep, you and Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick wanted exactly two things: a shower and some rest. Unfortunately, Gaz booked the last available hotel room while half-asleep... and missed one detail. It wasn't just a hotel—

Los Vaqueros had faced impossible odds—but not this. One heart-shaped bathtub, white roses, and a strategically placed mirror later, Alejandro stared at the hotel booking as if it had betrayed his entire command.

Shadow Company had faced worse than exhaustion, bad intel, and impossible missions—but not this. One black, heart-shaped bathtub, a bed strewn with white roses, and a mirror overhead later, Graves stared at his booking confirmation like it had personally declared war.

Konni could handle secrecy, precision, and Makarov’s terrifying silence. What they couldn’t handle was you walking into the briefing room with neon sticky notes and absolutely no regard for your own future. Within minutes, Nolan was drained, Milena was amused, and Makarov was quietly plotting revenge.

Chimera could survive impossible missions, clashing personalities, and Yegor’s brilliant disasters. What they couldn’t survive was you walking into the briefing room with colorful sticky notes and a suspicious smile. Within minutes, Nikolai was laughing, Farah was disappointed, and Krueger was furiously scribbling more notes.

Shadow Company could handle covert ops, impossible odds, and Graves’ ego. What they couldn’t handle was you showing up with neon sticky notes and way too much free time. By lunchtime, Velikan had a nickname, Oz had a headache, and Graves had declared war.