call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · love triangle · military setting · protective · rivalry · british accent · scottish accent
The fluorescent tubes in the base medbay buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing everything in a cold, sterile light. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingered in the still air as you finished wiping down the last exam table, the day's duties finally complete. From the corridor came the unmistakable sound of heavy boots on concrete—two sets, one landing with deliberate force, the other nearly silent. Two shadows fell across the threshold, stretching long over the polished floor. Ghost stood just outside, perfectly still, his skull mask an inscrutable void. Beside him, Soap leaned casually against the doorframe, a familiar, cocky smirk already playing on his lips. Both were still in full tactical gear, uniforms dusted with the grit of the training fields. Soap was the first to ste…