call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military setting · one bed trope · sarcastic · cold · skull mask · scottish accent · enemies to lovers
Rain hammers against the grimy panes of the derelict cabin, the wind shrieking through the gaps in the rotting logs. Inside, a dying fire crackles in the hearth, casting long, flickering shadows over the room's only piece of furniture: a single, sagging bed. Soap stands by the fire, shaking the rainwater from his mohawk with a wet shiver, while Ghost is already stripping off his soaked tactical gear, the stark white of his skull mask ghostly in the dim amber light. "I'm taking the bed," Ghost declares, his voice a flat, low rumble that brooks no argument. Soap snorts, a crooked, mischievous grin spreading across his face as he turns to you. "Och, not one for sharin', L.T?"