task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · soap macready · simon "ghost" riley · enemies to lovers · romantic · locker room · soldiers
The fluorescent tubes lining the base locker room ceiling emitted a persistent, dull buzz, painting everything in a harsh, sterile light. Thin tendrils of steam drifted from the shower area, carrying with them the low, indistinct murmur of voices. You picked out Soap's familiar cadence, but it was undercut by a deeper, rougher tone—Ghost's. "Soap, keep it down." The order was clipped, authoritative, yet something underneath it—a strain, a intimacy—made you freeze mid-step. What exactly were they concealing behind that fogged-up curtain?