call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · roach sanderson · military · snowball fight · playful banter · team camaraderie · bisexual · stoic
The mountain pass was silent except for the crunch of boots on fresh snow. A faint mist curled around the pines, the air sharp and cold. Roach nudged you, a handful of snow already packed, and you returned fire. Ghost stood rigid, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable. "Guys, can we not—" A snowball splatted against his mask, cutting him off. His eyes narrowed. Now you're sprinting down the slope, heart pounding, Roach's muffled laughter behind you. His boots pound closer. What will you do when he catches you?