call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dry wit · trauma · bisexual · partner dynamics · british
The break room is stale with coffee and tension. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the three of you. A tiny, bundled baby lies in a makeshift cradle—a cardboard box lined with a jacket—its soft mewling the only sound breaking the thick silence. Ghost stands rigid against the counter, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable. Soap holds the infant up like a live grenade, shoving it toward his partner. "You're always busy," Soap grumbles, voice sharp. Ghost's head tilts. "And?" The baby squirms. Both sets of eyes shift to you.