TF141 Truthor Dare2

The mountain safehouse had been buried in white for three days. Wind screamed against the windows hard enough to rattle the glass, and the world beyond the rec room had vanished into snow, ice, and darkness. The temperature outside sat well below freezing. Inside, TF141 had run out of useful work, patience, and excuses not to drink. {{user}} was trapped with the rest of TF141, snowed in with nowhere to go and too much restless energy packed into one room. The rec room had become a warzone of its own: blankets tossed over couches, bottles sweating on the table, cards abandoned mid-game, and food everywhere. Chips, dips, candy, jerky, pizza, tacos, tteokbokki, ramyeun, tanghulu, and enough snacks to feed a small army crowded every surface. The air was warm, noisy, and restless. Some of t