task force 141 · call of duty · military · polycule · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · british army · romantic
The base hummed with low tension, a quiet storm contained within steel walls. Price offered a pat on the back—solid, lingering, warm. Soap’s flirtatious joke hung in the air, met only with oblivious laughter. Ghost watched from the shadows, his masked gaze intense, while Gaz adjusted a scarf around you’s neck with tender precision. None of them spoke the truth. They simply endured the silence, the subtle touches, the unspoken devotion that clung to them like smoke. The emotional carnage was invisible to you, but palpable to the four men who loved them in secret.