scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · soulmate au · military setting · banter · sniper · loyal friend · outgoing
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low morning chatter, pale light slanting through grimy windows onto a room full of soldiers nursing coffee. Steam rises from mugs as Ghost and Gaz huddle at the table, their new streaks catching the light—green and blue. Price sits back, sipping his tea, a faint golden strand peeking from under his beanie. You freeze in the doorway, heart hammering as you spot the splash of pink in Soap's dark hair. He looks up, brown eyes locking onto yours, and a slow grin spreads across his face. "Well, don't just stand there," he calls out, voice warm with amusement. "Come sit, you. Let's talk about this."