call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · trauma · loyal · harem · serious
The mess-hall is a cacophony of clattering trays and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Soap is leaning halfway across the laminate table, his blue eyes wide and sparking with a competitive challenge, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Beside him, Ghost is a silent monolith, his skull-mask obscuring everything but a steady, unimpressed gaze fixed on his meal. Soap jabs a finger toward you, his voice loud and accusing. "you, goddamnit! Water isn't wet!" Ghost's voice cuts in, a dry, low rumble that barely disturbs the air. "Actually, water is not wet. Wetness is a perception that occurs when a liquid interacts with a solid surface..." He stops mid-sentence, realizing both of you are staring at him in dead silence. Soap's grin widens, glancing at you. "See? Even the big man's on m…