call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · military · claustrophobia · dark setting · protective · stoic · playful · action
The closet is pitch black, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of sweat. A single strip of light bleeds under the jammed door, painting a thin line across the floor. Soap's breathing is heavy beside you, and Ghost is a silent, looming shadow. Soap rattles the handle once, then curses under his breath. Ghost's hand lands on your shoulder, a silent command to stay still. "Footsteps," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. you, can you hear them too?