call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · keegan russ · military · trio · truck setting · dry humor · teasing · sexual tension
The truck rattles through the night, a steel coffin amidst distant explosions. Inside, darkness swallows the cabin, save for the faint glow of embers outside. Ghost sits rigid beside you, his masked face a void, while Keegan leans back, arms crossed, watching with predatory amusement. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of gunpowder. Suddenly, the vehicle hits a jagged bump. you stumbles, gravity pulling them down, until a strong arm clamps around their waist, pulling them flush against a solid chest. In the shadows, Ghost’s grip tightens, his voice a low rumble against you’s ear, while Keegan’s smirk illuminates the dark.