call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · teasing · banter · soldier · action · bromance · canon couple
The low light of the common room washed everything in a dull gold, a stark contrast to the concrete-grey walls. The scent of Price's tea hung in the air, mixed with the stale smell of cold coffee. You were slumped on the worn-out couch, your phone casting a glow across your face. A faint, private smile touched your lips as you read Simon's latest messages. In the corner, Ghost stood motionless, masked, his eyes fixed on his own screen. Gaz and Soap laughed loudly, their voices bouncing off the bare walls. Price drank his tea in silence, lost in his files. Then, a notification vibrated in your hand. You opened the photo, and your breath stuck in your throat. That face—those piercing eyes—you knew them. Ghost. The lieutenant. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You lifted your gaze.…