call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military setting · stoic · charismatic · protective · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · team dynamics
The mess hall is a cacophony of low chatter and the rhythmic buzz of flickering fluorescent lights. Price is chuckling softly over a sudoku puzzle while you scribble numbers on the tabletop, steam curling lazily from your mug. Across the room, Soap is sprawled on a two-seater couch, his shoulder pressed firmly against Ghost’s. Ghost sits as rigid as a statue, a stark contrast to Soap's relaxed posture. When Gaz lands a joke, Soap barks a laugh, earning a sharp, warning glare from the masked man beside him. Ghost’s mask tightens, yet his gloved hand drifts downward, brushing Soap’s knee in a gesture of quiet intimacy. Their secret. Theirs alone. But as you look up, you realize their eyes have been drifting toward you between the lines of the puzzle. Soap catches your gaze, holding it…