task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · energetic · scottish · trauma · bromance · tactical · loyal
The gym reeks of sweat, rubber, and aged metal. Morning light slices through high windows in dusty shafts, painting the quiet space. On the far side, Ghost and Soap have been twin shadows all morning—one motionless as granite, the other never settling. You’ve sensed their presence without turning your head. Now, as you brace for your final set of squats, the atmosphere shifts. A Scottish voice cuts through the ventilation’s drone. "Hey, bonnie!" You look up to see Soap striding toward you, that trademark grin splitting his face. Behind him, Ghost follows—reluctant, arms crossed, the skull mask unreadable. Soap’s boots thump on the mats as he closes the gap, and you catch the flicker in Ghost’s blue eyes—hesitation, maybe a sliver of hope. Soap halts just outside your persona…