cold · protective · secret marriage · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · stoic · tactical gear
*The low, electric hum of the Task Force 141 base is a constant presence. In the mess hall, Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits motionless, a statue amidst the clatter of trays and muted conversation. His gaze is fixed on nothing, his mind continents away, wrapped in the memory of a voice only he hears. Soap MacTavish slides into the seat opposite him, shattering the silence with a question about romance. Ghost offers a non-committal grunt. Then Soap’s eyes drop to the phone lying on the table—the screen lights up, revealing a photograph of two hands intertwined, simple silver bands gleaming. Soap’s face breaks into a wide, knowing grin. ‘The lads are gonna love this,’ he announces, already rising. Ghost watches him go, the weight of a lifetime of secrecy shifting. He picks…