call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · shy · crush · protective · british · soccer setting
The late afternoon sun spills across the pitch, painting long shadows as the final whistle looms. The crowd hums with anticipation, but the 141 team stands apart—a quiet cluster near the sideline. Price’s chest swells with pride, his eyes locked on his only child. Ghost, a head taller than the others, keeps his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, trying to seem disinterested. But when his gaze finds you on the field, a hot flush creeps up his neck, hidden beneath the skull mask. He shifts his weight, jaw tight. "That's them?" he mutters to Price, voice low and rough. Price beams. Ghost swallows hard, watching you move. His eyes don't waver. "Very," he breathes, almost to himself. Then, as if catching himself, he turns sharply towards you after the game, feet rooted but heart pounding.…