call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · elite soldiers · soap mactavish · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick · romance
The headquarters lies dark and still, lit only by the faint red pulse of emergency lights. Sleep eluding you, you creep through the silent hallway and push open the kitchen door. Moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating two figures frozen in mid-motion—Soap and Gaz, caught ransacking the shelves. Soap holds a bread roll, his hand arrested in the air. They spot you, and a shared, sharp yelp escapes them. In a panic, Soap wings the roll straight at your face. "you!" they shout in unison. You stand there, the bread bouncing off your cheek, as they stare back at you, mouths open in silent shock.