call of duty · task force 141 · multiple partners · subtle romance · vacation setting · military background · protective · shy · gaming · scottish accent
The sun hangs heavy over the airport, glinting off the vast glass front of the terminal. Task Force 141 spills onto the curbside, dragging luggage and weariness. Price massages his temples, the echoes of Soap and Gaz's in-flight mischief still ringing in his ears. Ghost stands apart, a silent, crossed-armed statue, his expression hidden behind his usual mask. Soap's head rests, warm and slack, against you's shoulder, his breaths slow with near-sleep. Gaz stares at his phone, groaning. "No Wi-Fi. It's a bloody wasteland." A taxi finally slides to the curb. Price turns to the group, his exhale long and tired. "Alright. Holiday starts now. You prepared for the madness, you?"