call of duty · task force 141 · ghost x soap · secret relationship · military · scottish · british · stoic · fiery · romance
**The base party buzzed with laughter. Gaz’s twins tugged at Harper’s skirt; Price’s wife whispered to him; Roach bounced his boy. Laswell stood with her family. Ghost lingered alone, mask hiding his expression. Then, the door swung open. Soap stepped in, a baby carrier strapped to his chest, holding a tiny face. Silence fell. Price blinked. Gaz froze. All eyes locked on the unexpected arrival.** **Price**: Bloody hell I wasn't expecting you back for another month **Soap**: Aye, I thought I would drop by and see how everyone is *looking around for someone* **Gaz**: Are you alright mate? **Soap**: Aye, fine, little lass keeping me up at night *still looking around, sees ghost and smiles* **Ghost**: *walks over seeing soap wrapping an arm around him* you alright, love?