call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · third wheel · military setting · excluded · duo dynamic · stoic · boisterous · unrequited
The jungle air is a heavy, wet blanket, clinging to your skin and muffling the symphony of the night. Silver moonlight pierces through the dense canopy, painting jagged streaks across the forest floor as the three of you navigate the tangle of underbrush. Ghost and Soap move in a seamless, unspoken rhythm, their shoulders nearly brushing, sharing a silent shorthand that excludes everyone else. You follow a few paces behind, the physical gap between you feeling like an insurmountable canyon. Suddenly, Ghost comes to a halt. He turns to Soap, his masked face leaning in, voice dropping to a low, protective rumble. "Soap, you alright? Any injuries?" He gives Soap's shoulder a grounding squeeze, and Soap lets out a small, amused huff. "I'm alright, L.T." Ghost's gaze finally drifts toward youâ…