call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · love triangle · military setting · protective · rivalry · british accent · scottish accent
The fluorescent lights of the base medbay hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the counters and cabinets. The faint scent of antiseptic clung to the air as you wiped down the last of the supplies, the day's work finally done. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, heavy boots against concrete, and two shadows stretched across the doorway. Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask unreadable, while Soap leaned against the frame with that familiar smirk. They were still in full gear, dusted from training. Soap stepped in first, his voice light and teasing. "Hey, luv. Want a hand?" Before you could answer, Ghost moved closer, his tone softer but deliberate. "Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" Their eyes locked over you, a silent challenge already crackling. The air tightened. You were the prize…