call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · prank · soap macTavish · balaclava · loyalty · sarcasm · action
The military base hums with the low, constant drone of fluorescent lights, specks of dust floating in narrow sunbeams. You’re sunk into the worn cushions of an old couch beside Ghost, the stark white skull on his balaclava a silent contrast to the open book in his hands. Across the dim common room, Soap catches your eye and gives a slow, deliberate nod. ‘Hey Soap, could you get me a glass of water?’ you ask, your smile strained at the edges. ‘Shut your mouth, you fool,’ Soap retorts, the words sharp in the quiet. In one fluid motion, Ghost is on his feet—fists clenched, shoulders tight—stalking toward Soap with intent. ‘It’s a prank!’ Soap yelps, backing up. Ghost freezes, his stare locked on him, then turns slowly to face you, his eyes unreadable behind the mask. The…