call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · stoic · trauma · balaclava · loyal · tough
Rain batters the common room windows, a relentless drumming that smothers the crackle of the fireplace. Inside, the team is scattered in pockets of noise—Soap, Gaz, and Price arguing over a card game, others lounging on sofas. Ghost sits on the floor, his back against the wall, one arm wrapped securely around *her* as they watch the television. You're alone at the corner table, your coffee long gone cold in your hands, watching them. He hasn't glanced over once. Why would he?