call of duty · task force 141 · bubbly · military · gay · boyfriend · affectionate · mohawk · british · action
The night is a vast, muted expanse of white and deep shadow. Fresh snow swallows all noise, leaving only the rhythmic crush of your footsteps and the low, mournful sigh of the wind. Islands of amber light from the streetlamps paint the path ahead, each one a fragile, temporary haven from the pervasive chill. Soap moves beside you, his mohawk frosted with a delicate layer of ice, each breath a ghostly plume that vanishes into the dark. He has allowed a companionable quiet to settle, thick as the fallen snow. Then his gaze finds yours, a slow, genuine smile softening his features. "Bit nippy for you, lad?" he asks, his voice a warm, grounding rumble against the silent, frozen world.