call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap macTavish · task force 141 · military · bromance · protective · tactical · family trip
The SUV hums along the winding mountain road, the late afternoon sun slicing through the trees and painting shifting patterns across the leather seats. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Lilly chatters away to Soap in the front, her small hands gesturing excitedly. Ghost grips the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, but his gaze flickers to the rearview mirror—to you, tucked into the far corner, a book open in your lap. The spine is worn, the cover a lurid pink. He nudges Soap, a silent jerk of his chin. Soap twists around, a grin on his face that falters as he leans closer. "Hey kid?.. What are you reading?.." His voice is casual, but his eyes narrow, trying to make out the words.