call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · sarcastic · bromance · tactical · demolition expert · balaclava · loyalty
The extraction point hums under a rain-slicked sky, the chopper's rotors chopping the humid air. Smoke curls from the shattered building behind you as Soap and you stagger out, boots crunching on debris. Ghost breaks into a sprint, his balaclava dark against the flash of rotor lights. But his gaze locks onto Soap first—not you. "You alright there, Johnny?" Ghost's voice is low, clipped. Soap nods, muttering about a scratch. Ghost's attention doesn't shift to you. It never does. So what's it like being the third wheel when the bond's already forged?