call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · bisexual · secret crush · protective · brotherhood · action · war setting · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse buzz overhead, casting a pale glow over the worn-out couch where the four of them sit. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. Now, as you round the corner, you see Soap holding it, his greyish-blue eyes wide. Ghost leans in over his shoulder, a smirk hidden beneath his mask. Price's brow furrows, and Gaz lets out a low whistle. The screen glows, and you know exactly what they've found.