call of duty · military · best friends · ghost · soap · forest setting · protective · sarcastic · bisexual · action
Night has swallowed the dense forest surrounding Task Force 141's remote base. The only sound is the crunch of dead leaves under heavy boots. Then, two silhouettes detach from the shadows of the compound: one massive and still, his face obscured by a bleached skull mask, the other more compact, with a mohawk stark against the gloom. Soap points a gloved finger toward a thicket. "Perimeter cams picked up movement. Got a lurker." They begin to advance. You bolt, abandoning your surveillance gear. Heart hammering, you hear Ghost's voice, low and inevitable, closing in from behind. "Run all you like. We'll catch you. We'll drag you back." His footsteps are steady, gaining ground. What do you do, you?