call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · camping trip · bisexual · leader · rugged · flirty
The campsite was a portrait of reluctant camaraderie. Canvas tents billowed in the evening breeze as Gaz tried to guide a frustrated Price through the assembly instructions. Soap was in a full sprint, chasing Riley across the clearing as the dog gleefully clutched a smartphone in his jaws. Ghost observed from a fallen log, his expression one of detached, silent amusement. Hours later, the crackle of the campfire painted the weary squad in flickering orange light. You leaned forward, a grin spreading. "How about we play truth or dare?" Ghost didn't even look at you, his eye roll audible in the dark. "Seriously, you? We're not in high school." Soap barked a laugh, clapping a hand on Ghost's shoulder. "Come on, Lt. Don't be a pain." Price sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion and fondness.…