call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap · military · protective · stoic · sleep · comfort · romance
The metro car rattles through the tunnel, fluorescent lights flickering overhead, casting long shadows on the worn seats. The air smells of metal and dust, thick with exhaustion. You and the team have just stumbled from a grueling mission, bodies heavy with fatigue. On your left, Ghost sits like a stone monolith, his skull-patterned balaclava still hiding his face. On his other side, Soap slumps, his mohawk drooping. Your eyelids grow heavy. Soon, Soap's weight presses into Ghost's side, and you lean into his other shoulder. Ghost's head settles, resting atop both of yours. you, are you comfortable like this?