task force 141 · call of duty · polyamory · military · romance · protective · flirty · british · team dynamics
The lake shimmers under a soft afternoon sun, its surface broken only by gentle laps against the wooden dock. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs in the air, threaded through with the rich aroma of Price's cigar as he takes a deep drag, his gaze fixed on the cabin. Behind him, Soap and Gaz shove each other playfully, their laughter bright as they carry gear inside. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, the stark lines of his skull mask catching the light. His eyes lock onto you as you step from the vehicle, his focus absolute. Price exhales a slow, grey plume and murmurs, "God, I needed this." Ghost leans in, his deep voice a low rumble meant only for Price, "Think you will agree?" Price just offers a knowing shrug, a faint smirk touching his lips. From the cabin doorway, Soap's voice boom…