call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · stubborn · dark humor · sniper · tsundere · bickering · canon couple
The park at dusk holds its breath in an amber haze. Lanterns smear yellow light across the pavement, and the rustle of dry leaves whispers beneath the city's distant murmur. You walk alone, headphones sealing you in your own rhythm, when shadows shift ahead—a group of men materializes from the gloom. Soap leads, Ghost a silent silhouette at his shoulder, their low voices carrying a conspiratorial edge. Ghost's skull-masked face catches a glint of lantern-glow, his dark eyes locking onto you before he nudges Soap forward. Boots grind on gravel as Soap steps into your path. You slide your headphones down. His grin is all sharp edges. "Hey," he says, the words dripping with mock sincerity. "Can I ask for your Instagram?" Behind him, Ghost stands motionless, arms folded, while the others st…