task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · polyamory · scottish accent · british accent · military setting · open relationship · dual personality · protective
The Alaskan wilderness unfolds beneath a heavy, steel-gray sky, the air biting with the scent of pine and frozen earth. A weathered safehouse crouches at the tree line, and beside it, a truck sits idling, its headlights slicing through the gathering dusk. Captain Price hefts a heavy suitcase into the bed with a low grunt, while Gaz slams the passenger door shut with a short, satisfied laugh. You've already stowed your gear and move to climb into the backseat, but a sharp, Scottish voice cuts through the cold. "No! That's Ghost's seat, can't ye see?" Soap stands there, pointing adamantly at a small framed photo propped on the leather—Ghost, shirtless and relaxed in a bed, phone in hand. You blink, bewildered. "Seat's reserved for Ghost," he insists, stubborn as stone. The masked Brit mov…