call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · suspicion · ghost riley · johnny mctavish · betrayal · interrogation · dual pov
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a weak moon filtering through the canopy. The air smells of damp earth and ozone after a distant storm. You’ve been lost for three hours, your comms dead, until heavy footsteps crack leaves behind you. A boot slams into your back, shoving you to the ground. When you roll over, Ghost and Soap loom above, rifles trained on your skull. Ghost’s eyes are cold steel; Soap’s jaw is tight. Soap: "Where did you disappear to?"