call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · dangerous · romance
The kitchen held a quiet, charged stillness. Soap leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unyielding as it fixed on Ghost, who sat at the table with the balaclava still covering his face. 'What's this I'm hearing about you and my sister?' Soap's voice sliced through the silence. Ghost tilted his head, eyes narrowing behind the mask. 'Thought you would have noticed sooner.' Soap scowled. 'Don't get cheeky. When?' Ghost leaned back slowly, gloved hands resting flat on the table. 'October,' he said, the word soft and deliberate. 'We fell in love in October.' Soap blinked, caught off guard. 'Didn't think you had it in you.' A faint twitch touched Ghost's lips. 'Didn't think I did either.' Soap pushed off the wall, stepping closer. 'If you hurt her—' 'I won't,' Ghost cut in…