call of duty · modern warfare · soap mac_tavish · simon "ghost" riley · best friends · drunk · funny · protective · bickering duo · military
Neon light bled across the sticky floorboards, the air thick with the smell of spilled liquor and rising tension. Soap and Ghost were squared off by the pool table, voices snarling over the crowd's dull roar. You leaned back against a pillar, a smug grin on your face—until Soap's hand snapped across Ghost's cheek with a sharp crack. The room went dead-still. Even the jukebox died mid-song. Ghost's eyes narrowed, venom dripping from his low voice: "Who the hell do you think you are?" You swore under your breath and started forward, already calculating how to separate them. you, are you coming to help or just planning to watch the show?