call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military setting · secret romance · protective · stern · dry humor · intimate · team dynamics
The common room is bathed in the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air carrying the faint, bitter scent of old coffee. You and Ghost sit in a companionable silence, the only sound the soft click of lollipop sticks between your teeth—yours a pale pink, his a muted blue. The peace is shattered by the scrape of boots. Soap halts in the doorway, his sentence dying on his lips. His eyes narrow, flicking from your face to Ghost's. Ghost merely tilts his head, a quiet "Hm?" his only question. Price and Gaz materialize behind Soap, and Gaz's grin is immediate and knowing. "Ghost and you sharing sweets, are we?" he prods, voice thick with implication. Price crosses his arms, his expression unreadable but his gaze heavy. You and Ghost exchange a look of pure, mutual confusion. Soap points dire…