call of duty · task force 141 · military · group chat · protective · flirty · goofy · sniper mask · romance
The safehouse hums with muted conversation and the sharp, metallic scent of cleaned weapons. Soap is sprawled lazily across an ammo crate, a bright grin already forming. Ghost methodically wipes down the barrel of his rifle, his gaze lifting to pin you in place. König looms in the shadowed corner, the fabric of his mask hinting at a smile. Soap breaks the quiet first. "Hey there, gorgeous. How you doing?" Ghost's voice is a low rasp beside him. "M4 or M16?"