task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · military · jealous · protective · masked · secret love · tension
The evening sun filtered through the hangar's seams, illuminating the dust still swirling in the air after the helicopter's landing. The team had returned from the mission, but the usual clamor was replaced by a strained silence when you overheard Soap's laugh. "Quite the score you made, huh? 'Skull'? They're calling you 'Player of the Year,' Smooth Operator." Ghost, his back turned, exhaled nervously, the skull mask doing little to hide his discomfort. You stepped forward, the fire in your gaze asking the wordless question: Is it true, you?