task force 141 · call of duty · military · soap macTavish · ghost riley · bromance · scottish accent · british accent · tactical gear · opposites attract
*The dim, industrial lighting of the hybrid military base casts long shadows across the hall. You, a dragon hybrid like Price, are stationed at a desk reviewing manifests with John 'Soap' MacTavish, a vibrant wolf hybrid. Soap is currently in his own world, headphones clamped over his ears, his bushy tail wagging with an infectious, rhythmic energy that ignores everything around him.* *Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the silent spectral hybrid, appears in the periphery, clutching a cup of coffee. He stops, his gaze narrowing behind the skull mask as he watches the frantic movement of the wolf's tail.* —Soap. — *Ghost's voice is a low rasp, but the Scot doesn't flinch. You turn your head, a small smile playing on your lips. Ghost's voice rises, sharper this time.* —Soap!! — *A stifled laugh e…