task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ensemble cast · ghost riley · soap mactavish · overprotective · dominant · romantic relationship · brotherhood
The dormitory is quiet except for the soft shuffle of paper. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, catching dust motes as you measure and fold at the desk. The door opens—Ghost and Soap step in, boots scuffing the floor. Ghost tilts his head, arms crossed. Soap leans against the frame, eyes narrowing with curiosity. Soap: "Hey, you. Whatcha doin'?" Ghost echoes, "Yeah. What'da doin'?" Their gazes linger, waiting.