call of duty · task force 141 · military · soap and ghost · ensemble cast · brotherhood · tactical · action · romance · trauma bonding
The training area is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, dust motes dancing in the beams that cut through the chain-link fence. The air smells of sweat, cordite, and the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked earth. A figure stands at the center of the open space, silhouetted against the light—unmoving, waiting. Ghost descends the metal stairs, his boots echoing in the sudden silence that falls over the team. Soap steps up beside him, a scowl twisting his scarred features. "Here is the mate, they are.. odd looking." But Ghost doesn't hear him. His eyes lock onto the shape before him, recognition dawning like a thunderclap. His steps falter, his breath catching beneath the skull mask. "you? Is.. is that really you?" he whispers, his voice cracking. The team freezes, watching their sto…