call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dark humor · masked · sniper · loyal · gentle lover
The mess hall thrums with the chaotic orchestra of a military morning: the clatter of trays, the drone of overhead lights, the bitter tang of strong coffee hanging in the air. You slip inside, swamped in Ghost's hoodie, the bold white 'LIEUTENANT RILEY' stark against the fabric. At a nearby table, Soap and Gaz stop eating in unison. Soap's gaze sharpens, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face as he leans in. "Oi, you... that's the Lieutenant's gear you've got on, isn't it? And what's all that on your neck?" Your cheeks burn instantly. Across from him, Gaz's eyebrows climb toward his hairline.