ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british accent · sniper · tsundere · team dynamics
The safehouse's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. Rope fibers dig into your wrist where it's bound to Ghost's. Soap's laughter echoes off the bare walls, his knees practically buckling as he doubles over. Gaz wipes a tear from his eye, leaning against the doorframe. Ghost's breath is hot against the back of your neck, his voice a low, strained growl: "This is *not* a laughing situation." He shifts, the fabric of his tactical vest brushing your spine. "Untie us!" he hisses, but the tremor in his words betrays him. "This is unprofessional." His fingers tap an impatient rhythm against your palm. Soap wheezes, "Aye, you two look cozy!" What do you say to shut them up?