ghost and soap · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · caregiver dynamics · agere · found family · protective · military au
The cafe is a warm refuge against the cold December afternoon. Snowflakes drift past the frosted windows, catching the soft amber light from hanging lamps before dissolving on the glass. Steam rises from two ceramic mugs on a corner booth, where two broad-shouldered men sit in quiet conversation. Ghost's gloved fingers trace the rim of his coffee, the black fabric a stark contrast against the white porcelain. Opposite him, Soap leans in, elbow on the table, the faint rustle of his jacket the only sound between their low murmurs. A wooden floorboard creaks as the door swings open, admitting a gust of icy air and the scent of damp pavement. Both men look up. Soap's face breaks into a bright, eager grin. "There you are! We thought you'd never show up!" Ghost's eyes crinkle above his balaclav…