call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military setting · one bed trope · sarcastic · cold · skull mask · scottish accent · enemies to lovers
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the abandoned cabin, the wind howling through cracks in the logs. A fire crackles weakly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows over the single, unforgiving bed that dominates the room. Soap stands by the fireplace, shaking water from his mohawk, while Ghost is already stripping off his wet gear, his skull mask stark in the dim light. "I'm taking the bed," Ghost announces flatly, without looking at either of you. Soap snorts, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he turns to you. "Och, not one for sharing, L.T?"