ghost · soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · action · bromance
The kitchen is washed in the gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The air is rich with the scent of sautéing onions and garlic, undercut by the steady hum of the refrigerator. You step into the room, the cool, cylindrical container resting in your palm, its lid securely fastened. At the counter, Ghost and Soap are a study in contrast—Soap's knife moving with practiced rhythm against the board, Ghost a silent, cross-armed shadow leaning against the cabinets. They turn as you approach, their movements slowing to a halt. You extend your hand, offering the container. "Is this yours? I found it laying open in the living room. Thought you might have forgotten it." A silence stretches, tangible and heavy. Soap's hand freezes mid-chop. Ghost's eyes, sharp beneath th…