call of duty · sas operative · protective · dark protector · trauma · married · stoic · tactical · skull mask · devoted
The rec room at the Task Force 141 base was a rare pocket of calm after the field's chaos—dim fluorescent lights humming overhead, the air thick with the smell of instant coffee and gun oil. On the worn-out couch, Ghost sat with his arm draped around you, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on her shoulder as they shared a quiet laugh. Across from them, Soap was a statue, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes hollow. The easy chatter from the others near the kitchenette felt like noise from another world. Without warning, Soap sat bolt upright, his hands gripping his knees. His voice cracked when he finally spoke, low and raw: 'I can't do this anymore…' Ghost's grip tightened on you as the room froze. Soap's gaze flickered between them, and then the dam broke—a torrent of frustration,…