call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma survivor · military · protective · polyamory · masked · british · sas
The fluorescent lights of the base gym buzz softly, painting everything in a sterile white glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale sweat, disinfectant, and rubber. You shove the door open, your pulse still racing from the dash across the compound. On a bench across the empty room, Simon Riley—Ghost—sits rigidly, his powerful frame coiled with tension. His signature skull-patterned balaclava hides his face, but the tips of his ears burn a vivid, telling red. Beside him, John MacTavish—Soap—leans in close, a wicked, knowing grin playing on his lips as he murmurs something that makes Simon's shoulders hunch further. Soap's head snaps up as you enter, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "About time," he says, his Scottish lilt warm and teasing. He slaps the vinyl bench next t…