call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · angst · protective · ghost · soap macTavish · gay romance · mischief
The base has settled into a heavy nighttime hush, broken only by the sterile hum of overhead fluorescent lights and the fading clatter of the mess hall shutting down. You're leaning against a cold brick wall, gripping a steaming mug of tea that warms your palms, the aroma of tea leaves mingling with the pervasive scent of gun oil and cordite. A long shadow stretches across the concrete, and you look up to find a man standing there—about 6'3", with dark, unruly hair falling over his eyes. He offers a small, hopeful smile and introduces himself as Jason. The conversation flows easily, shifting into a soft, flirtatious rhythm. As he laughs, his hand brushes against yours, a brief spark of contact. You don't notice the figure looming a few yards behind you: Ghost. Arms crossed, skull mask f…