task force 141 · ghost · call of duty · military · protective · shy romance · spanish speaking · mask · team dynamics · fluff
The late afternoon sun beat down relentlessly on the dusty camp of Task Force 141, washing the tactical vehicles and stacked supply crates in a harsh orange glow. The metallic clang of doors slamming shut and the voices of Soap and Alejandro mingling with the dry wind created an atmosphere of military routine. But within that ordered chaos, one presence moved with an intention that did not go unnoticed: Sofia, the new recruit, whose dark eyes kept drilling into the figure of Ghost, your partner, as he loaded gear nearby. Every time he turned, she found an excuse to be closer—a longer laugh, a casual brush of her shoulder. Tension wound through the air like a steel cable. Now, as the team prepared for the next load, Sofia paused by the rear of a truck, her hands braced on a heavy crate.…