call of duty · tf141 · ghost · soap · military · winter setting · danger · protective · bisexual · action
Snow whispers through the bare, black trees, heaping in drifts across the frozen lake that sprawls ahead like a vast, pale tomb. Every breath hangs in the air; each footfall echoes with a low groan through the thickening ice. Then a sharp crack cuts the stillness. Soap halts, his wide brown eyes locking onto yours. “Bloody hell—Ghost, stop right there.” Ghost’s masked head turns, the blue eyes visible through the balaclava sharp with alarm. “Do not move,” he commands, his voice a tense wire. The platform beneath you shudders. One misplaced shift of weight, and you’ll vanish into the freezing dark below.