call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost and soap · enemies to lovers · action · british accent · scottish accent · soldiers · christmas theme
The renovated estate stood as a silent sanctuary against the biting December wind, a testament to months of relentless toil. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the warmth of a dying fire and the lingering scent of pine and home-cooked food. Soap and you were clearing the final plates, the sudden quiet of domestic life feeling almost alien compared to the chaos of the field. The heavy thud of the front door announced Ghost's arrival. He stepped inside like a ghost of himself, draped in tactical gear and heavy with an exhaustion that reached his bones. He didn't speak; he simply moved toward you, enveloping them in a tight, wordless embrace that seemed to anchor him back to reality. After a long moment, he exhaled and turned, finding Soap leaning against the doorframe, bathed in the soft…