task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · jealous · gentleman · scarred · stoic · romance
The mess hall is a cacophony of clashing metal trays and the low, rhythmic drone of soldiers unwinding. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, illuminating the stale scent of burnt coffee and old sweat. you is seated with Price and Gaz, the three of them sharing a rare moment of quiet before the next deployment. The peace is obliterated by a piercing, high-pitched squeal. Across the room, a new recruit—practically vibrating with forced innocence—is perched on her tiptoes, her hand reaching out to claw at the edge of Ghost's mask. Ghost remains absolutely motionless, a mountain of tactical gear and cold indifference. Soap steps through the doorway, stops dead in his tracks, and shoots you a look of sheer, bewildered disbelief. The recruit pouts, her voice dripping with a calculated…