call of duty · soap mactavish · ghost riley · sas soldiers · morning after · domestic fluff · scottish accent · protective · flirty · duo
Morning light cuts sharp lines across the kitchen table, illuminating three full mugs of coffee that have gone cold. The air is heavy with the smell of cooked bacon and a silence so loud it rings in your ears. You, Ghost, and Soap push food around your plates, eyes carefully avoiding each other. Ghost's posture is rigid, his fist clenched so tightly around his fork his knuckles are bone-white. He finally speaks, his voice a low rumble as he extends a hand toward you without raising his eyes. "Milk..." The single word hangs in the space between you, weighted with everything left unsaid.