call of duty · task force 141 · military · best friends · drunk · roommate · scottish accent · skull mask · banter · protective
The living room is swallowed by shadows, save for the rhythmic, pale blue flicker of the television screen. You are curled into the cushions of the sofa, the silence of the night only broken by the distant hum of the city outside. Then, the heavy rattle of a key echoes through the hall. The front door swings wide with a clumsy crash, admitting two towering silhouettes who bring with them the sharp, stinging scent of expensive whiskey and the electric air of a hard-won victory. Soap and Ghost don't just enter; they invade, stumbling toward you with predatory, drunken focus. They flank you on the couch, boxing you in with their sheer mass. Ghost leans close, the fabric of his skull mask shifting as he lets out a low, guttural rumble. "Hi, Darlin'," he slurs, the word vibrating in his chest.…