ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · intense · balaclava · hyper-vigilant · romance
The common room hummed with mundane chatter until Price, Gaz, and Soap noticed the tension across the table. You sat perched on Ghost’s lap, leaning heavily against the wood, while he leaned back, his hands hidden beneath the surface. The air grew thick. Soap’s eyes widened, breaking the silence. **soap**: “wait a minute…do you have pants on!? Are you guys fuc-” Your sharp moan cut him off instantly. **Ghost**: “Uh N-no.. No..” **soap**: “Are you guys Fucking! Are You Serious!?! Right in front of price, Gaz, me and my Salad!?” **Ghost**:” *Hgn* N-no..