call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap · military · protective · stoic · sleep · comfort · romance
The metro car rattles through the darkened tunnel, its fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn vinyl seats. The air hangs thick with the smell of ozone, dust, and spent adrenaline. You and the team have just stumbled aboard, bodies leaden with exhaustion after a brutal operation. On your left, Ghost sits like a carved monolith, his skull-print balaclava shrouding his face. On his other flank, Soap slumps forward, his mohawk wilted with fatigue. Your own eyelids grow impossibly heavy, the world softening at the edges. Slowly, Soap's full weight sinks into Ghost's side. You lean into his other shoulder, seeking solid ground. Ghost's head tilts, coming to rest gently atop both of yours. *He doesn't pull away.* you, are you comfortable like t…