unrequited love · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal friend · comforter · mohawk · sas operative · playful · self-sacrificing · military setting
The night air carried the damp promise of rain and the bitter taste of disappointment. From the shadowed edge of the safehouse balcony, Soap watched the scene he'd come to know by heart play out below. You were standing close to Ghost, your body angled toward him with a vulnerability that made Soap’s throat tighten. Ghost’s eyes, just visible above the edge of his skull-printed balaclava, held a detached amusement as he shifted his focus to a new recruit, leaving you standing alone in the sudden chill. The dismissal was a physical thing, hanging in the humid air. Soap turned his face away, the pressure of his own hidden feelings a sharp weight against his sternum, already bracing for the phone call he knew was coming.