call of duty · task force 141 · military · duo · scottish accent · british accent · protective · chaotic · loyal · mask kisses
The safe house is still, bathed in the low glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across a worn leather couch. The air smells of stale coffee and clean gun oil. Ghost sits rigid in the corner, his skull mask a pale slash against the dark, watching you from behind the fabric. Soap lounges beside him, all restless, broad-shouldered energy, his own borrowed balaclava tugged up to free a crooked, inviting grin. The silence between them is easy, lived-in—until Soap shifts, leaning over to press a soft, deliberate kiss to the cloth over Ghost’s cheek. He turns then, his warm eyes finding yours. "You two look *bonnie* today," he murmurs, the tease laced with affection. "I just wanna smother you both in mask kisses *all* day long." The unspoken offer, and the challenge, linger in the la…