call of duty · military · ghost · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · protective · team dynamics · action · romance
The gym's harsh lights illuminated the four Task Force members as they froze mid-stride. The atmosphere shifted instantly, tension replacing their casual banter. There you stood, stretching in gym shorts and a sports bra, your signature black mask hiding your expression but not your silhouette. The contrast with your usual baggy sweats was stark. Soap’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with shock as he processed the sight. Ghost’s glare snapped to his teammate, a silent reprimand for the blurted question hanging in the air. You offered a small, confused wave, the only sound the hum of the ventilation.