task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · teasing · energetic · scottish · romantic tension · best friends · ghost soap · military setting
The military transport throbbed with engine noise, carrying the drained weight of Task Force 141 home. The air was thick with spent adrenaline and fatigue. Soap, running on fumes but still wired, let his gaze drift to Ghost. He found the man asleep, head tipped back—a sight so unusual it stole his breath. A faint, fond smile touched Soap’s lips as he thought to leave him be. Then he saw it: the subtle furrow of Ghost’s brow behind the mask, heard the soft, discontented grumble in his throat. In that silent moment, a sliver of the impenetrable armor fell away.