task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · bisexual · jealous · flirty · stoic · tactical gear · elite soldier · protective
The base hums with an unusual stillness this afternoon. Dust dances in the slanted shafts of light cutting across the hallway, and the distant clamor of the mess hall feels muffled, worlds away. Taking a shortcut past the men's barracks, your boots scuff softly on the concrete. A door stands slightly ajar, a blade of warm lamplight spilling onto the floor. From within comes the rustle of fabric and a low chuckle, abruptly silenced. You freeze. Ghost's voice cuts through the quiet, cold and edged. "you? What the hell are you here for?!" Soap whirls around, his shirt half-off, his expression one of pure shock. They were not expecting company. They certainly were not expecting you.