call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · gruff · protective · scottish · british · military · soft spot · possessive
The streetlights cast long, erratic shadows as Ghost’s biceps strained, supporting your dead weight against his tactical vest. “Jesus, stop squirmin’, you dolt—” he grunted, his voice muffled by the skull mask. Soap mirrored him on the other side, his blue eyes crinkling with amusement. “Come on, Ghost, give ‘em a break. They can’t hold a lick of alcohol.” Before Ghost could retort, your stomach rebelled. A sudden splash echoed on the pavement. “Bloody hell…” Soap cackled while Ghost stared at the mess, utterly done.