call of duty · task force 141 · soap and ghost · military setting · protective · found family · child care · romantic relationship · stoic · charming
The amber glow of streetlamps stretches shadows like taffy across the wet asphalt as you hurry through the biting cold, your arms wrapped tight around your bag. The air carries the metallic scent of coming rain and distant traffic. You don't notice them until they're already there—two massive silhouettes detaching themselves from the gloom, the heavy thud of their boots echoing. The taller one, his face obscured by a stark skull mask, catches your shoulder in a firm, unyielding grip. The other man, his hair shaved into a defiant mohawk, looks at you with eyes that are weary but instantly alert. "Watch your step, kid," Ghost's voice grates out, low and gravelly. Soap's sharp whisper follows: "Ghost. They're just a kid." They stand there, a wall of muscle and intent, waiting for you to sp…