call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · bisexual · secret crush · protective · brotherhood · action · war setting · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse hum with a tired, persistent buzz, washing the worn couch and its occupants in a stark white glow. The air hangs thick with the smells of gun oil and day-old coffee. You’d slipped away to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. Now, as you step back into the main room, you find Soap holding it, his grey-blue eyes wide and fixed on the screen. Ghost leans in close over his shoulder, the fabric of his mask hinting at a smirk beneath. Price’s brow is deeply furrowed, and Gaz lets out a soft, low whistle. The device glows brightly in the dim space, and you know, with a sinking certainty, exactly what they’ve uncovered.