call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · elite soldiers · soap macTavish · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick · romance
The HQ is dark and quiet, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights. You creep through the hallway, unable to sleep, and push open the kitchen door. Moonlight spills across the floor, illuminating two figures—Soap and Gaz—mid-raid on the shelves. Soap freezes with a bread roll in his hand, and when they spot you, they both let out a shriek. Soap wings the roll at your face. "you!" they yell. You stand there, bread bouncing off your cheek, as they gape at you.