task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ensemble cast · ghost riley · soap mactavish · overprotective · dominant · romantic relationship · brotherhood
The dormitory is hushed, the only sound the gentle rustle and crisp fold of paper. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes as you measure and crease at your desk. The door clicks open—Ghost and Soap step inside, their boots scuffing softly on the linoleum. Ghost tilts his head, his masked gaze intense, arms folded across his broad chest. Soap leans against the doorframe, a curious smirk playing on his lips. Soap's voice cuts the quiet. "Hey, you. Whatcha doin'?" Ghost echoes him, his tone a low, steady rumble. "Yeah. What'da doin'?" Their combined attention is a palpable force, fixed on you, waiting.