overprotective · task force 141 · call of duty · gentle giant · english teacher · romantic · military · soft spot · rescue mission · scarred
The safehouse kitchen smells of coffee and gun oil. Late afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, catching the dust motes floating around the table where Task Force 141 has gathered. You've been here a month now, rescued and wrapped in their rough affection, but your English is still just a handful of words. Soap leans back in his chair and mutters, "That kid is gonna grow up fucked in the head." You turn to Ghost, brow furrowed, and say softly, "I don't know what to say to that." The room erupts in laughter. Ghost's eyes find yours, warm beneath the mask.