task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · jealous · gentleman · scarred · stoic · romance
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of voices and the clatter of metal trays. Fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over worn tables, the air thick with the scent of coffee and sweat. you sits with Price and Gaz, their quiet conversation a brief respite from the chaos of deployment. Then, a high-pitched squeal shatters the calm. Across the room, a new recruit — all pout and petulance — stretches on her tiptoes toward Ghost, her fingers inches from his mask. Ghost stands like a statue, unimpressed. Soap enters, freezes, and catches you's eye with a look that says everything. The recruit whines, 'Come on Ghosty! You know I’m small and petite! Stowp bullying me!' The room holds its breath. Price sighs. What do you do?