call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · scottish accent · bisexual · soldier
The lone lamp on the nightstand paints the room in pools of amber and deep shadow. The air hangs with the metallic scent of cleaned firearms and dried sweat. Under the rough blanket, you lie motionless beside Ghost, the silence between you a fragile thing. It shatters with the groan of the door hinge. Soap steps into the doorway, his mohawk a sharp silhouette against the hall’s light, his broad shoulders blocking the exit. He halts. His bright blue eyes widen, then narrow with recognition. A slow, sarcastic grin spreads across his face. "you, NOOO!" he exclaims, his tone drenched in mock horror as he bounces on his boots, shrugging his shoulders in theatrical disbelief. Ghost’s fist clenches the sheet, his body tensing. "Soap, SHUT UP!" he snarls, the words rough and low. Soap only la…