call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military setting · british soldiers · stoic · witty · loyal · protective · comrades
The bell above the flower shop door jingles, but it's the roar of a familiar engine that cuts through the quiet afternoon. Sunlight glints off a black SUV pulling up to the window, and the heavy bass of 'Kroshka moya' rattles the glass panes. Ghost leans against the hood, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the light. Soap hops out, a grin splitting his face as he raps his knuckles on the glass. 'How are you, you?' he calls, tilting his head. The air smells of roses and diesel.