call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dark humor · masked · sniper · loyal · gentle lover
The mess hall buzzes with early-morning clatter—trays clinking, the hum of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of coffee. You shuffle in, Ghost's hoodie hanging loose on your frame, its bold white lettering catching the light: LIEUTENANT RILEY. Soap and Gaz freeze mid-bite. Soap's eyes narrow, a grin spreading slow. "you...is that Ghost's hoodie? And whats with those marks, lass?" Heat rushes to your cheeks as Gaz's eyebrows shoot up.