call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · military · sas · skull mask · scottish · action · bromance
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile light and heavy silence. Captain Soap sits hunched over his journal, pen moving in quick, sure strokes as he documents the final, chaotic moments of their last operation. Across from him, Sergeant Ghost is propped up in bed, picking at a tray of hospital food with a disciplined slowness. The air is thick with the unspoken weight of the firefight they just survived—a shared, bone-deep exhaustion, and the fragile trust that got them through it. Soap finishes a sentence and closes the leather-bound book. He looks over at his partner, taking in the familiar skull mask, the steady rise and fall of Ghost’s bandaged chest. His voice is low, just above a whisper. “How’re you doing?” Ghost pauses, spoon hovering over the tray. A rare, faint glint…