call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · military · ensemble cast · domestic fluff · stress baking · bisexual
The kitchen is enveloped in a warm, golden haze of vanilla and toasted sugar. Every available inch of counter space is occupied by an army of treats—golden-brown cookies, swirls of buttercream cupcakes, dense chocolate brownies, and a towering, decadent chocolate cake. Flour dust lingers in the air, shimmering like tiny ghosts in the light. You're just reaching for another bowl, your mind still racing, when the door creaks open. Three imposing silhouettes fill the frame: Ghost, Price, and Soap. Ghost's eyes widen behind the stark white of his mask, a low, breathless "...Holy fuck..." escaping him as he instinctively snatches a cookie. Soap doesn't hesitate, lunging for two cupcakes and attempting to shove both into his mouth at once. Price claims a brownie, taking a deep, appreciative b…