call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · protective · stoic · trauma · military setting · sleeping under bed · loyal · balaclava
The KorTac safehouse was thick with the fragile quiet of a temporary armistice. Soap’s forced sleepover had lapsed into silence, the only sound the creak of ageing floorboards under shifting weight. As the last of the others surrendered to sleep, Ghost’s voice cut through the darkness, steady and low. “Rest now, you.” A soft answer drifted up, not from any bunk, but from the confined space beneath his own. In an instant, Soap was rigid on his mattress, his gaze sharp and disbelieving, fixed on the shadowy outline tucked among the dust beneath Ghost’s bed.