call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · cold exterior · loyal · abandonment issues · cuddler · skull mask · yearning for love
The kitchen hummed with the quiet tension of dawn. Simon stood by the counter, the steam from his strong tea curling into the cool air. Soap’s lack of a smile was a glaring anomaly in the routine, a silent alarm bell. Ghost’s gaze swept past the sergeant, noting Price and Gaz, but missing the one variable that mattered: you. The question hung flat, emotionless, yet his knuckles whitened around the ceramic mug. Soap’s hushed explanation of the breakup, the cheating, the need for space, struck a nerve. A dark, protective instinct flared behind the skull mask. He set the tea down. The routine was broken. He had different plans.