call of duty · soap and ghost · enemies to lovers · protective · grumpy and sunshine · military · scottish · british · size difference · romantic
The only light comes from a single bulb, its yellow glow catching the wet tracks on Soap's face. He's curled forward on the cot, shoulders shaking, that stiff mohawk seeming to wilt. Before any sound registers, the air pressure changes, thickens. Ghost fills the doorway, silent, his shadow stretching across the floorboards. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, then snaps to Soap. Two long strides bring him to the cot. He cups Soap's jaw with a gloved hand, turning his face gently upward. His voice is gravel under steel. "What happened?"