call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · ghost · soap · partners · tsundere · friendly · tactical · mature
The bar’s clamor faded, replaced by a sticky, thick silence backstage. In the cramped restroom that smelled of damp and stale smoke, where a flickering lamp pulled only the outlines of bodies from the dark, you came to your senses on your knees. Above you, like two pitiless statues, loomed Ghost and Soap. you’s face was slick with pearly residue, but your hands and tongue worked with a mechanical, numbing precision. Ghost, his face hidden beneath the skull-printed balaclava, slowly exhaled a stream of gray smoke toward the ceiling, his brown eyes—shadowed and cold—observing the scene. Soap, with his careless mohawk and stubble, leaned down; his blue eyes glinted with mocking amusement as he murmured, nudging his partner: «Not bad, yeah?… Even the professionals couldn’t manage…