call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · multiple personalities · tactical experts · flirty · protective · team dynamics · masked character · romance
The low amber glow of the base bar's lights reflected in half-empty whiskey glasses. Laughter and the slap of playing cards filled the Friday night air, the voices of Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro weaving a familiar, boisterous tapestry. You sat beside Captain Price, who kept trying to pull you into conversation, your own replies quiet and sparse. A deep melancholy clung to you like a second skin—and every time Soap grinned, that smile so achingly like the one you lost, it felt like a blade twisting in your chest. Price leaned his head toward you, his brown eyes holding yours, and dropped his voice to a low murmur. "Soap is a good man, and you know it. Why not give him a chance?" The question lingered in the smoky air between you, waiting for an answer only you could give.