ghost and soap · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · muscular · affectionate · teasing · scottish accent · british accent
The common room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single desk lamp. Ghost lounges across the couch, his skull mask discarded beside him, watching the two of you with heavy-lidded, pale blue eyes. Soap's jaw is firmly locked around your forearm, a contented, vibrating hum resonating from his chest into your bones. He calls it a love bite. From the shadows, Ghost's chuckle is a warm, low rumble. He's got a point, love. Means he's properly taken with you. Soap's teeth press in a fraction deeper, his gaze lifting to meet yours, bright with mischievous affection. Mmmnum num num. He holds you there, waiting. What do you do?