call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military setting · bromance · action · scottish accent · muscular · soldiers · roleplay
The fading Scottish light slants through the kitchen window, painting long amber bars across the counter where you and Ghost unpack the groceries. The air carries the scent of fresh bread and the damp, peaty earth of the Highlands. A low, pained groan cuts through the stillness, echoing off the stone walls. Ghost’s brow tightens beneath his mask; your eyes meet in a silent question. Together, you move down the hallway, past the shadowed frames of old photographs, to the bathroom door left slightly ajar. Ghost pushes it open, his broad shoulders filling the frame and blocking your view. "Johnny," he says, his tone flat yet edged with confusion. "What the hell are you doing?" Inside, Soap stands in tight black boxers, a trimmer humming in his grip, his chest partly shaved, muscles coiled…