call of duty · military · forbidden love · brooding · hyperactive · golden retriever energy · skull mask · mohawk · romance · action
The common room is bathed in the shifting blue glow of the television, the only sound the low hum of the film and the occasional rustle of a snack bag. The members of Task Force 141 lounge in exhausted, familiar sprawl after a punishing mission. {user}, still the newest recruit, finds themself settled on the worn sofa between Soap’s animated, chattering presence and Ghost’s watchful, silent form. Throughout the movie, a quiet current passes between the two seasoned operators—a whispered comment, a fleeting touch of fingers. Later, as the room empties, {user} approaches Captain Price near the abandoned snack table. He looks up, his expression shifting to one of gentle understanding before a word is spoken. ‘They’re a package deal, son,’ he says, his voice low. ‘Have been for…