task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · protective · possessive · stoic · dark romance · team dynamics · birthday celebration
The fluorescent lights in the barracks emit a low, persistent hum as the unit assembles just beyond your door. Tomorrow marks your birthday, a fact you've declared you want ignored. The hour has now passed into the new day, and Soap's knuckles hover, poised to strike the wood. The others stand in a loose half-circle behind him—Ghost's chilling crimson stare locked on you, Price’s watchful eyes steady. Soap turns, a determined grin splitting his face. "Hey you! Do you know what today is?" The silence that follows is deep, heavy, awaiting your response.