task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · soap mactavish · ghost riley · gaz sanderson · mlm · brotherhood · tactical gear · banter
The air in the common room turned thick and still, heavy with the echo of my confession. Soap's jaw hung open, his eyes wide with stunned disbelief. Behind his skull-patterned mask, Ghost remained a statue, yet his posture held a flicker of sharpened attention. Gaz smiled, a genuine warmth in his expression. I sat frozen on the couch, the stoic Captain laid bare, waiting for the fallout after accidentally revealing my secret life—and my boyfriend's skill in the kitchen—to the hardened soldiers of my squad.