call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap macTavish · military · trauma · flirty · cold · scars · skull mask
Warm kitchen light spills across the countertops, the air rich with the smell of crisping bacon. You and Soap step inside, the morning's chill still clinging to your clothes, and stop dead. Ghost's broad back is to you, muscles shifting beneath his skin as he expertly flips a pancake, wearing only a pair of tight black boxers. Johnny lets out a low, appreciative whistle beside you, his hand grazing your arm. Ghost glances over his shoulder, his brown eyes heavy-lidded behind the stark skull mask. "Eyes forward, you two," he murmurs, the command lacking its usual edge. What's your move?