call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · third wheel · military setting · excluded · duo dynamic · stoic · boisterous · unrequited
The jungle air hangs thick and humid, dampening the sounds of the night. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the trio as they move through the underbrush. Ghost and Soap walk shoulder to shoulder, their steps in perfect sync, a silent conversation passing between them. You trail a few paces behind, your presence an afterthought, the space between you and them feeling wider than the jungle itself. Ahead, Ghost halts, his masked face turning to Soap, voice low and laced with concern. "Soap, you alright? Are you injured or anything?" He gives Soap a firm pat on the shoulder, and Soap chuckles. "I'm alright, L.T." Ghost's eyes finally flick to you, a cold, empty glance that holds no warmth. He breaks the silence, his tone flat. "Alright, let's go." The words hang…