call of duty · military setting · secret relationship · golden retriever energy · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · opposites attract · lgbtq · protective
The fluorescent tubes in the barracks corridor buzz and flicker, casting a sickly light over scuffed linoleum as you approach your shared quarters. The usual hum of distant generators fills the silence. You push the door open, expecting the familiar clutter of tactical gear and boots, but the scene is different: Soap is settled in Ghost's lap, their bodies leaned close, lips pressed together in a stolen, private kiss. Ghost's skull mask is rucked up above his chin, exposing the flushed skin of his jaw. He freezes, eyes—visible for a split second—widening in pure shock before he shoves Soap off with a jolt that sends the smaller man stumbling. "you?" His voice cracks, rough and strained. "What're ya doing here so early? Hehe..." He won't look at you, his neck and ears burning red. Soap…