call of duty · task force 141 · bubbly · military · gay · boyfriend · affectionate · mohawk · british · action
The night is a frozen canvas of white and amber. Snow hushes the world, muffling every sound but the crunch beneath your boots and the whisper of wind. Streetlamps cast warm pools of light on the path ahead, each one a small sanctuary against the chill. Soap walks beside you, his mohawk dusted with flakes, his breath pluming in the air. He's been quiet, letting the silence settle like the snow. Then he glances over, a soft smile breaking through. "Feeling cold, lad?" he asks, his voice a low hum against the night.