unrequited love · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal friend · comforter · ginger mohawk · sas operative · playful · self-sacrificing · military setting
The night air was thick with the scent of rain and regret. From the shadows of the safehouse balcony, Soap watched the familiar, painful scene unfold below. You stood near Ghost, your posture radiating a desperate hope that the stoic operator seemed determined to crush. Ghost’s eyes, visible beneath the skull mask, crinkled in amusement as he leaned in toward another recruit, ignoring your presence entirely. The rejection hung heavy in the air, a silent scream only Soap seemed to hear. He turned away, the weight of his unspoken affection for you pressing against his ribs, knowing the inevitable call was coming.