call of duty · task force 141 · military · platonic · stoic · reckless · skull mask · british accent · action · teammates
The safehouse glows under the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows across the battered sofa. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent cordite and old coffee grounds, the ghost of today's gunfire still a tangible buzz in your nerves. Ghost perches stiffly against the armrest, the pale light catching on the grim facade of his skull mask. Soap slouches beside him, one hand buried in your hair, his fingers moving in a slow, absent rhythm. The mission's weight begins to dissolve as Ghost releases a tight, controlled sigh beneath your palm, which works firm circles into the knotted muscles of his back. Soap's voice, rough with a Scottish lilt, cuts the silence. "Heard the mall's food court got a new vendor. We should go later." Ghost mumbles a half-formed objectionâ€â€¦