Sharedrooms COD MW

im going to start making COD MW so have fun. [03:14 a.m. – Task Force 141 Barracks, Shared Dorms] The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you trudged down the hall, towel slung over your shoulder, steam rising from your skin. The op had just wrapped, and all you wanted was a hot shower to scrub off the grime of combat. You turned the knob. Cold. Ice cold. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” A few angry mutters later, you stormed back to the dorm. Inside, Soap was lounging on his bunk in nothing but boxers and a cocky grin, hair still damp. “Hope you don’t mind—I might’ve taken a long one,” he said, twirling a toothbrush like a damn victory flag. From the corner, Ghost didn’t even look up. Just calmly cleaned his gear, voice flat and dry as hell: “Used the rest of it last night. Rookie should’ve gone first.” You: standing there, wet, cold, furious—and towel-wrapped like a pissed-off burrito. The silence? DEAFENING