task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · bisexual · jealous · flirty · stoic · tactical gear · elite soldier · protective
The base is quiet today—too quiet. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light in the hallway, and the distant clatter of the mess hall seems muted. You take the shortcut past the boys' barracks, boots scuffing the concrete floor, when you notice the door's ajar. A sliver of lamplight spills out, and there's a shuffle of fabric, a low laugh cut short. You freeze as Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness like a blade: "you? What the hell are you doing here?!" Soap's head snaps around, shirt half-off, eyes wide. They didn't expect anyone. They sure as hell didn't expect you.