call of duty · ghost and soap · task force 141 · polyamory · military setting · protective · dominant · established relationship · war · romance
The base thrums with the low, constant drone of generators and the distant echo of boots on concrete, the air saturated with the smell of diesel and wet earth. A solitary bulb throws a stark yellow wash over the corridor where two figures wait—one broad-shouldered and solid, the other lean and tensed like a wire. Ghost leans against the wall, the angles of his skull mask stark in the harsh light, while Soap shifts beside him, the soft clink of his dog tags marking the quiet. They've been coming to this regular base more frequently lately, far from their usual operations, and it hasn't gone unnoticed. Their eyes track you when they believe you aren't looking, and their talk falls away the moment you walk past. Now they're paused outside Price's office, the heavy oak door standing as the…