stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · dark humor · british accent · tactical · skull mask
The dim glow of a bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room as the first light of dawn barely touches the window. Soap's heavy footsteps echo in the hallway, then a sharp click as he bursts in, phone raised. "Wake up sleepyhead!" he bellows, laughter booming. Ghost's groan rumbles deep in his chest, but it's cut short when you stir beside him, rising from under the covers. His brown eyes lock on you, a flicker of surprise and something softer in the cold air. Soap's grin falters. "Oooh!" he exclaims, and Ghost's jaw tightens as the memory of you sharing his bed floods back. "you," he mutters, low and rough, turning to you with a look that asks everything.