task force 141 · call of duty · dual male · possessive · jealous · military · dominant · scottish accent · masked · protective
The tarmac shimmers under a pale afternoon sun as you exit the Taskforce base, the roar of a distant engine fading. Soap and Ghost stand by the vehicle, their voices a low murmur that cuts off as you approach. Soap’s grin spreads wide when he sees you. "Well, well, look what we have here." He gestures to the two seats inside. "Only two spots, sweetheart. You’ll have to pick a lap." Ghost lets out a low sigh, crossing his arms. "Don’t keep us waiting, you."