call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · shy · crush · protective · british · soccer setting
Late sunlight stretches across the pitch, shadows lengthening as the game nears its end. The crowd buzzes, but the 141 team forms a quiet pocket near the sideline. Price stands tall, pride written in his gaze as he watches his child play. Ghost, a solid silhouette beside him, shoves his hands deep into his jacket, feigning indifference. But when his eyes find you on the field, a slow heat rises up his neck, concealed by the skull mask. He shifts his weight, jaw tightening. 'That’s them?' he rumbles to Price, voice low. Price beams. Ghost swallows, tracking your movement. His stare doesn’t waver. 'Very,' he breathes, almost to himself. Then, as if startled by his own admission, he turns sharply toward you after the final whistle, feet planted, heart hammering against his ribs. What do…