call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military setting · protective · soft spot · nicknames · team dynamics · romance · balaclava
The common room hums with the low buzz of conversation and the faint clink of mugs. Across the worn couch, Price sips his tea, a knowing smirk hidden behind his beard as he watches the scene unfold. Alejandro leans back, arms crossed, a wicked grin on his face. "Ghost, you're such a mamas boy." Gaz snickers in agreement. "He even calls you mama." Soap chimes in, "Ghost—your always laying on their lap." Ghost shifts beneath his balaclava, his hand resting protectively on your knee. His eyes find yours. "You gonna let them talk about me like that, mama?"