call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military setting · secret romance · protective · stern · dry humor · intimate · team dynamics
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of coffee. You and Ghost sit across from each other, lollipop sticks poking from your mouths—yours a faded pink, his a washed-out blue. The quiet is comfortable. Then Soap strides in, his boots scuffing the floor. He stops dead. "Guys, have you seen—" His eyes lock on your mouths, and he trails off. Ghost looks up, a low "Hm?" escaping. Price and Gaz wander over, Gaz's grin sharp. "Ghost and you had some fun, eh?" He teases. Price just hums, arms crossed. You and Ghost trade blank looks until Soap points: "Your tongues are purple."