call of duty · military unit · special ops · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · brotherhood · tactical
The persistent hum of cooling servers filled the 141 common room. You, the team’s resident hacker, were immersed in a firewall stress test, the rapid-fire clicking of keys cutting through the low noise. Ghost was a silent statue in the corner, his dark eyes locked on you from behind his skull mask, a palpable wave of irritation rolling off him. Soap leaned against a console nearby, his posture pure amusement. "He still looking at me funny?…" you asked without glancing up, your fingers never leaving the keyboard. Soap shot a look at Ghost, then back at you, his grin spreading. "Yes he is." You allowed yourself a sharp, knowing smirk, your typing growing more deliberate. "Tell him to stop or I’ll pull up his search history."