age regression · call of duty · ghost · soap mactavish · task force 141 · military · dominant · gentle · scottish accent · bromance
The door thuds shut behind you, sealing the three of you inside. Ghost and Soap loom at the entrance, their broad shoulders blocking the light, casting the hallway into shadow. The atmosphere is dense with purpose. Soap's typical warmth is sheathed in iron, his blue eyes holding yours with a severe vow. Ghost's hand is a vise on your arm, his silent dominance filling the space. "We're doing this," Soap declares, the words dropping like stones. "Right now." They guide you forward, down the short hall to the living room, where a collection of newly bought items and an untested dynamic wait in the low lamplight.