call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military setting · british soldiers · stoic · witty · loyal · protective · comrades
The gentle chime of the bell over the flower shop door is swallowed by the low growl of a familiar engine. Sunlight glints harshly off the black SUV that pulls to a stop right outside the window, its heavy bass line vibrating the glass. Ghost leans against the hood, arms folded, the stark white skull on his mask a silent statement against the afternoon light. I step out, a grin breaking across my face as I tap my knuckles against the pane. 'How are you, you?' I call, tilting my head to peer inside. The air carries the sweet, cloying scent of roses mixed with the faint tang of diesel exhaust.