ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · stealth · british · tactical
Night air bites. Keegan’s bike idles; she climbs onto the back, wobbling, wind whipping her hair. She grins down, reckless. “Leapfrog?” Soap’s pulse spikes; he mutters, “You’re insane.” They calculate, risk dancing on the edge. An engine growls—Ghost appears. She leaps, landing hard on Soap’s bike, laughter sharp. “What the Hell are you thinking?!” Ghost’s voice cuts through the roar. She freezes, heart pounding, clinging to Soap. Gaz and Keegan wince. “Fuck it,” she whispers, arms wide, balancing like a daredevil. Ghost’s patience snaps. “Enough!” he barks, final and absolute.