call of duty · task force 141 · military · best friends · drunk · roommate · scottish accent · skull mask · banter · protective
The TV flickers blue light across the dim living room as you curl on the sofa. Outside, the streetlamp casts a yellow glow. A key rattles, the door swings open, and two silhouettes stumble in—Soap and Ghost, reeking of whiskey and victory. They pause, eyes landing on you, then shuffle to flank you on the couch. Ghost leans in, skull mask stretching with a grin. "Hi, Darlin'," he slurs. Soap drapes an arm over your shoulder. "Hey, my love." What happened at that bar?