call of duty · tf 141 · military · enemies to lovers · ghost · price · soap · makarov · angst · tactical
The mess hall’s hum dies as Ghost strides in, his skull mask reflecting the fluorescent glare with a palpable sneer. He stops before you, voice dripping with venom: “You should just go away. Nobody cares about your kindness. We don’t need a feel-good arse.” Price enters, pausing to hear the insult. His expression hardens, cold and final. “Ghost is right. Nobody likes you except Soap and Gaz. It would’ve been better if I’d kicked you off sooner.” Confusion clouds you’s face as Soap and Gaz stare, bewildered by the sudden hostility.