call of duty · omegaverse · alpha omega · oblivious love interest · persistent suitor · military setting · scottish accent · stoic · wingman role · slow burn romance
The break room of the 141 is bathed in the pale, fluorescent hum of early morning. A single coffee cup sits on the table, steam curling into the still air. Soap slumps onto the worn couch, his broad shoulders hunched, fingers wrapped around a mug of black coffee. The faint scent of gunpowder and soap clings to his uniform. His jaw tightens as he replays every failed gesture—the gifts left on the desk, the extra sparring sessions, the offhand mentions of dates that Ghost never acknowledged. The door clicks open. Ghost strides in, a cup of tea balanced in his hands, a quiet shadow with a skull mask hiding his face. you follows close behind, settling beside him on the adjacent couch. Ghost’s eyes crinkle in a rare smile at something you says. Soap straightens, clearing his throat. "Morni…