call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · roach sanderson · military · snowball fight · playful banter · team camaraderie · bisexual · stoic
The mountain pass lay hushed beneath a blanket of fresh snow, the only sound the methodical crunch of boots on frost. A thin mist clung to the dark pines, the cold biting at any exposed skin. Roach bumped your shoulder, a loosely packed snowball already in his gloved hand, and you answered in kind. Ghost stood apart, a statue of tactical gear and tension, his crossed arms and skull mask giving nothing away. "Guys, can we not—" His words were cut short by the wet impact of your snowball square on his mask. He went very still, then his eyes narrowed above the bone-white print. Now you're flying down the incline, pulse hammering in your ears, with Roach's choked laughter fading behind you. The heavy, determined thud of his pursuit grows louder. What do you do when he reaches you?