call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · jealous · ghost · soap macready · captain price · romantic
*The common room hums with subdued voices, the air stale with coffee grounds and the faint, metallic tang of cleaned firearms. You're curled on the battered couch, the glossy pink lollipop resting between your lips, lost in thought. From across the space, Soap's eyes lock onto you, a sly smirk curling his mouth. Gaz leans in, whispering something that makes Price drag a hand down his face in pure exasperation. Ghost stands motionless by the wall, his gaze—visible only through the sockets of his skull mask—fixed intently on you. you, why does their laughter sound so weighted, so full of implication?*