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 silent against the December chill, a monument to months of grueling labor. Inside, the air was warm, scented with pine and dinner. Soap and you cleared the final plates, the domesticity a stark contrast to their lives. The heavy front door clicked open. Ghost entered, a shadow of exhaustion in his tactical gear, his mask hiding his expression but not his fatigue. He moved to you, wrapping his arms around them in a tight, wordless embrace that lasted an eternity. Then, he turned to Soap, who leaned against the doorframe, bathed in the soft kitchen light. The mistletoe hung innocently above them. Ghost’s eyes widened behind his lenses; Soap grinned, the tension shifting from weariness to playful anticipation.