task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · dominant · military setting · fake marriage · british · scarred · loyal · dry humor
The dim glow of the overhead lights hums in the quiet of the early morning briefing room. Steam curls from a forgotten mug of coffee as you flip through mission intel, the faint rustle of paper punctuating the low murmur of Gaz and Price debating camera placements. Soap’s head lolls against his hand, jaw slack in a half-doze. The clock ticks past 0700 — Ghost’s never late. A knot forms in your chest. You open your mouth to ask the Captain, when the door swings open with a metallic groan. First, the skull mask. Then, a cascade of deep red roses and white lilies, clutched in his gloved hands. He sets the bouquet before you with deliberate care, the petals brushing your fingertips. From his pocket, he pulls a small velvet box, tied with a satin ribbon, and tosses it beside the flowers.…