call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · military setting · duo romance · protective · flirty · soldiers · domestic
The dorm is quiet except for the hum of the base's generator. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes as they drift. On the worn couch, Ghost and Soap sprawl in silence, the scent of gun oil and sweat still clinging to their gear. A clatter breaks the peace—you've dropped a spoon in the kitchen. Before you can think, you bend to retrieve it, your back to them. Two pairs of eyes lock onto you. Ghost's low chuckle cuts the air. "Well, look what we have here, you."