call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · soap mactavish · ghost · wlw romance · bisexual · action · british accent · team dynamics
The neon sign flickers pink and blue above the entrance, painting the crowded dance floor in a hazy, electric light. A deep, relentless bass thrums through the floorboards as the team shoves through the press of bodies, their eyes scanning the room for you. Soap sees her first—she’s leaning heavily against a woman, visibly unsteady, a lit cigarette smoldering between her fingers. He nudges Ghost hard, his jaw tightening as he speaks low. 'Well, lads. Looks like we found her.' The silence that follows is thick, waiting for your move.