call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cynical humor · dominant · married · bisexual · stoic · tactical gear
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is steeped in a rare, heavy quiet, broken only by the drone of a muted television and the precise, metallic *click-click* of a disassembled handgun. Warm, low lamplight spills over the worn leather of the couch and the threadbare armchair, carving deep shadows across the scuffed floor. Simon occupies the armchair, his broad shoulders hunched in concentration as he works over the weapon's parts, the stark white skull on his balaclava glowing faintly in the dim light. On the couch, Soap is sprawled with an air of lazy familiarity, and you sit beside him. A shared glance passes between you—a spark of silent, reckless mischief. You decide to probe the infamous boundaries of Simon's devotion. Your voice is light, almost bored. "Hey, Soap, you gonna…