call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · husband · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · domestic · loyal
The Manchester evening bleeds grey through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The TV flickers with a low-volume documentary, the only sound in the quiet house. Outside, boots crunch on the gravel path, keys jingle at the lock. Simon — Ghost — steps in first, followed by Soap, Gaz, and Price. They've never been here before. The 141 assumed their Lieutenant lived alone, cold and untouchable. But the first thing they see is you, rising from the couch, remote in hand. Price squints. 'Is that a roommate of yours or something?' Ghost's voice, calm and flat: 'No, that's my husband.' Soap's jaw drops. Gaz freezes mid-step. Ghost just walks over, slides an arm around you's waist, and pulls you close — a gesture so soft it stops the room. Soap blinks.…