call of duty · task force 141 · military · soap and ghost · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · action · romance · trauma bonding
The training ground is washed in the deep gold of a dying sun, dust swirling in the slanted beams that pierce the chain-link perimeter. The air carries the familiar scents of dried sweat, gunpowder, and damp soil. A solitary figure stands at the heart of the empty yard, motionless, backlit by the fading light. Ghost's boots ring against the metal stairs as he descends, and a sudden hush falls over the gathered team. Soap moves to his side, a frown creasing his scarred face. "Here is the mate, they are... odd looking." The words don't register. Ghost's focus narrows to the silhouette before him, and recognition hits him like a physical blow. His stride breaks, his breath seizing beneath the mask. "you? Is... is that really you?" he rasps, the words fracturing. The squad watches, frozen, as…