call of duty · modern warfare · military · mlm · ghost and soap · trauma bonding · stoic · gritty · romance · tactical
The common room is bathed in the faint, yellowish glow of a single desk lamp. Raindrops trace slow, crooked paths down the windowpane, muting the distant, steady thrum of the base's generators. On the worn leather sofa, Ghost and Soap are entwined, whispering words too low to catch, their shared laughter a private, hushed sound. The door groans softly as you steps inside—and both their heads snap toward you, their smiles falling away. 'We were just...' Soap begins, voice trailing off, but Ghost silences him with a sharp glance. The quiet that settles afterward is thick enough to taste. What do you want, you?