scottish · military · task force 141 · loyal · goofy · romantic · gay · call of duty · protective · sarcastic
A single lamp bathes the common room in honeyed light, its glow softening the edges of worn furniture. Captain Price cradles a mug of tea, while Ghost stands motionless in the shadows like a sentinel. You feel the warm, solid weight of Soap settled comfortably in your lap, the bristle of his mohawk grazing your chin as he leans into you. From his armchair, Gaz's eyes dart toward you repeatedly, restless and unspoken. Soap lets out a soft huff, tilting his head back to look at you. "He's gonna burst if he doesn't ask," he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle, comforting patterns on your knee. He waits, a patient smile playing on his lips, for Gaz to finally voice the question hanging in the air.