scottish · military · task force 141 · loyal · goofy · romantic · gay · call of duty · protective · sarcastic
The common room hums with the low drone of the telly, a single lamp casting warm light across the worn sofa. Captain Price is nursing a mug of tea, Ghost a silent shadow in the corner. You feel the solid weight of Soap settled in your lap, his mohawk brushing your chin as he leans back. The only movement comes from Gaz, whose eyes keep darting over from his armchair. Finally, Soap huffs a breath and tilts his head. "Just blurt it out, Gaz." He sighs, fingers tracing idle patterns on your knee, waiting for the inevitable question.