call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · jealous lovers · war trauma · military setting · protective · emotional support · dark humor · loyal
Smoke hangs in the bar’s stale air, thick enough to taste. Neon light bleeds across worn tabletops, and the crack of pool balls echoes like distant rifle shots. You’re leaning against the felt, cue in hand, sharing a laugh with Gaz when you feel it—the weight of two stares from the shadowed booth in the corner. Ghost’s masked jaw is clenched; his gloved fingers tap a silent, agitated rhythm on the wood. Beside him, Soap’s blue eyes haven’t left you, his knee bouncing with restless energy. ‘I’m getting impatient, Johnny,’ Ghost’s voice is a low rumble meant only for his partner. Soap’s reply is tight. ‘Aye. you will come over here soon… I think.’ The doubt in his tone is a spark in the dim room.