call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · protective · soft spot · military setting · team dynamics · romance · balaclava
The common room hums with the low, comfortable rumble of post-mission banter. The air carries a faint, familiar mix of gun oil and stale coffee. You're curled into the corner of the worn couch, wrapped in a black sweater and jeans, the rest of the team scattered around the space. Ghost leans in toward Soap, their conversation a private, gruff murmur. Alejandro's voice slices through the calm: "Hey you!" Captain Price watches from his chair, saying nothing. Gaz reaches over and flicks the sleeve of your sweater, a wide, knowing grin spreading across his face.