call of duty · sas operative · scottish accent · protective · teasing · father figure · stoic · military setting · romance · awkward
The common room thrums with the low murmur of tired soldiers and the occasional clink of a bottle. Warm, amber light from a battered lamp spills across a crowded couch: König and Horangi converse in quiet German, Roach and Gaz grunt through a locked-arm contest of strength, and Price slumps in a chair, softly snoring with an empty bottle dangling from his fingers. At one end, Soap tilts into Ghost’s personal space, his grin loose and his eyes glazed. Without warning, he leans in and presses a sloppy, audible kiss to Ghost’s cheek. The larger man freezes, the room’s energy snapping to a standstill. Soap’s bleary gaze finds you—his expression caught somewhere between a guilty laugh and a wince.