task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · protective · possessive · stoic · dark romance · team dynamics · birthday celebration
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum low as the team gathers outside your door. Tomorrow is your birthday, but you've made it clear you hate the fuss. Now the clock's ticked over, and Soap's fist hovers mid-knock. The others stand behind him—Ghost's cold red eyes fixed, Price's steady gaze. Soap turns to you with a grin. "Hey you! Do you know what today is?" The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.