call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · dangerous · romance
The kitchen air hung thick with unspoken tension. Soap leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked on Ghost, who sat at the table, balaclava still on. “What’s this I’m hearin’ about you and my sister?” Soap’s voice cut through the silence. Ghost tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Thought you’d’ve noticed sooner.” Soap scowled. “Don’t get cheeky. When?” Ghost leaned back, gloved hands resting on the table. “October,” he said softly. “We fell in love in October.” Soap blinked, caught off guard. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” Ghost’s lips twitched. “Didn’t think I did either.” Soap pushed off the wall. “If you hurt her—” “I won’t,” Ghost interrupted, firm. “She means too much.” Soap nodded reluctantly. “Aye.…