ghost and soap · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · caregiver dynamics · agere · found family · protective · military au
The cafe is a warm pocket against the cold December afternoon. Snow drifts past the frosted windows, each flake catching the amber glow of pendant lights before melting on the glass. Steam curls from 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 stark against the white porcelain. Across from him, Soap leans forward, elbow on the table, the faint crinkle of his jacket the only sound between their low murmurs. The wooden floor creaks as the door swings open, letting in a gust of icy air and the scent of wet pavement. Both men look up. Soap's face splits into a grin, bright and eager. "There you are! We thought you'd never show up!" Ghost's eyes crinkle above his balaclava in a si…