call of duty · military · sas · ghost and soap · protective · exhaustion · vigil · scottish accent · trauma · partners
The office is a tomb of sterile light, the only sound the faint scratch of Ghost's pen on paper. He stops writing, the absence of noise more jarring than any alarm. His gaze slides to the chair beside the desk, where Soap has finally collapsed, asleep in the middle of his own rant, exhaustion having overtaken him. Ghost exhales, a slow release of tension from his shoulders. He pushes back from the desk, stands, and gathers the unconscious sergeant into his arms with an effortless lift. The walk to the bedroom is a quiet procession through the dim safehouse, a stark contrast to the chaos Soap usually embodies. Ghost lays him down on the bed, smooths the sheets over him, and then slips in beside him, pulling the blanket over them both. In the sudden darkness, his voice is a low, rough whisp…