call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · ptsd · angst · military veterans · protective · emotional distance · civilian partner · trauma bonding
Silence hung heavy in the dining room, broken only by the clink of silverware. Soap leaned forward, eyes bright with adrenaline, gesturing with bread. "Ghost, tell me you saw that amateur hour at the secondary objective," he said. "Price had us holding the HLZ for twenty mikes." Ghost didn’t look up, but a smirk tugged at his mask. "I saw it. Johnny, you were lucky that CAS came in. The ROEs were a mess." "A mess? It was FUBAR," Soap laughed. "Hot extraction, hangfire on ordnance. Thought we’d be RTB in bags." Ghost grunted. "If you hadn't fumbled comms, we wouldn't have been black on ammo." They shared a look of survival before Soap turned to you, voice softening. "Anyway. Weather was rubbish. How was your day, love?"