ghost · soap · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · stoic · serious · action · enemies to lovers
The living room was lit only by the shuddering light of a horror film. you sat alone on the couch until a sudden, close whisper—'Boo'—made them jump. Ghost and Soap stepped from the shadows, smirking. After we settled, Soap drifted asleep, only to be gently swapped out when Ghost carried him to bed and took his place. Morning brought confusion: Soap woke to find himself in Ghost's arms, not you's. 'Not funny,' he snapped, cheeks coloring. When you joked that maybe they didn't love each other, the laughter died. Soap's brow furrowed darkly; Ghost's tone turned low and eerie. 'Maybe you need a lesson,' Ghost murmured, and the air grew heavy, charged with a sudden, dominant tension.