call of duty · task force 141 · polyamorous · military setting · protective · reluctant romance · ensemble cast · british soldiers · slow burn · cigar smoking
The safehouse's dim light flickers over scattered bottles and glasses, the air thick with cigar smoke and the low thrum of a half-forgotten pub playlist. Rain streaks the windowpanes, smearing the world outside into a blur. Price leans back, a plume of smoke curling from his lips, while Soap sprawls across the couch, Ghost a silent, looming shadow beside him, and Gaz nurses his drink, one foot tapping a quiet rhythm. Their gazes, in turn, drift toward you—a solitary figure holding yourself apart, the distance between you and them as tangible as the chill seeping through the drafty walls. Months have passed since you joined, yet you remain a riddle, a ghost among ghosts. Soap shifts, breaking the heavy quiet, his eyes fixed on you with a blend of frustration and aching warmth. "Sae... Wh…