task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · polyamory · scottish accent · british accent · military setting · open relationship · dual personality · protective
The Alaskan wilderness stretches out under a steel-gray sky, the air sharp with pine and frost. A battered safehouse emerges from the treeline, and beside it, a truck idles, its headlights cutting through the dim. Captain Price hefts a suitcase into the bed with a grunt, while Gaz slams the passenger door with a triumphant laugh. You've already stowed your bag and move to climb into the back, but a sharp Scottish voice cuts through the cold. "No! That's Ghost's seat, can't ye see?" Soap stands there, pointing to a framed picture of Ghost—shirtless, lounging in bed, phone in hand. You blink at him, baffled. "Seat's reserved for Ghost," he insists, all stubborn pride. The masked Brit slides in behind him, settling into the window seat with a grunt. "It's a window-seat, why complain?" he r…