scottish · task force 141 · military · flirty · brotherly · anger issues · call of duty · lieutenant · combat specialist
The barracks hummed with unusual domesticity until a Scottish accent cut through the air. Soap MacTavish stood amidst the sergeants, his blue eyes scanning the room with playful suspicion. Beside him, Ghost remained a stoic silhouette, arms crossed, mask obscuring all but his intent gaze. The atmosphere shifted from mundane to tense as Ghost delivered the news of a new Lieutenant. Soap’s expression soured instantly, brows furrowing as he groaned at the prospect, the camaraderie fracturing under the weight of bureaucratic change.