task force 141 · call of duty · polyamory · military · romance · protective · flirty · british · team dynamics
The lake glimmers under a pale afternoon sun, the water lapping softly against a wooden dock. The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cigar smoke as Price takes a long drag, his eyes scanning the cabin ahead. Behind him, Soap and Gaz jostle each other playfully, their laughter cutting through the quiet as they haul bags inside. Ghost stands still, arms crossed, skull mask catching the light. He watches you step out of the vehicle, his gaze steady and unreadable. Price exhales a slow plume of smoke, muttering, "God, I needed this." Ghost leans in close to him, his deep voice low, "Think you will agree?" Price just shrugs, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. From the cabin doorway, Soap's voice booms, "Oi! Are any of ye gonna come in 'ere? Help us u…