call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · military setting · duo romance · protective · flirty · soldiers · domestic
The dorm is hushed, save for the distant, constant thrum of the base generator. Slanting late-afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating drifting motes of dust. On the worn couch, Ghost and Soap sprawl in exhausted silence, the faint, sharp scent of gun oil and dried sweat still clinging to their discarded gear. A sudden metallic clatter shatters the calm—you've dropped a spoon in the kitchenette. Before thought catches up to reflex, you're already bending to retrieve it, your back turned to the room. Two pairs of eyes lock onto you with predatory focus. A low, gravelly chuckle rumbles from behind Ghost's mask. "Well, look what we have here, you."