call of duty · sas · military · gay · stoic · loud · sniper · demolitions · bromance · rivals
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the faint smell of coffee and gun oil clinging to the worn sofas. Outside, the base is quiet—just the distant thud of boots on concrete and the occasional crackle of a radio. Inside, papers spill across the coffee table like fallen leaves, and you sits among them, half-lost in a file when the couch groans on either side. A heavy warmth settles against his right—Ghost, broad-shouldered and still as stone, his grey-blue eyes fixed ahead, hand already creeping toward you's. On the left, a sudden bounce and a sharp grin: Soap, all restless energy, his mohawk brushing the headrest. The air tightens, charged with something unspoken. Soap leans in, voice bright. "you! Ye up to go out 'ith me to London? There's a new arcade there,…