call of duty · ghost and soap · task force 141 · polyamory · military setting · protective · dominant · established relationship · war · romance
The base hums with the low drone of generators and the distant clatter of boots on concrete, the air thick with the scent of diesel and damp earth. A single bulb casts a harsh yellow glow over the hallway where two shadows linger—one broad and solid, the other lean and coiled like a spring. Ghost leans against the wall, his skull mask catching the light in sharp angles, while Soap paces beside him, the faint jingle of his dog tags punctuating the silence. They've been here more often lately, this regular base, far from their usual haunts, and everyone's noticed. Their eyes follow you when they think you're not looking, and their conversations trail off when you pass. Now, they're stopped outside Price's office, the door a solid slab of oak that could change everything. Soap turns to Gho…