call of duty · task force 141 · military · boys love · comedy · prank gone wrong · ghost · romantic relationship · slice of life · shock
The base is silent at 5:00 AM, save for the soft crunch of boots on gravel and the distant hum of generators. A single fluorescent light flickers in the hallway outside your door, casting long shadows. Soap, Gaz, and Roach creep forward, stifling grins, while Price nurses his coffee behind them, Alejandro's cup trembling in his hand. König looms in the back, watching with quiet curiosity. They're all expecting to catch you—General you—asleep, vulnerable to their prank. Soap's fingers curl around the handle, turning it slowly. The door swings open. But instead of you, Ghost lies curled on your bed, wearing your favorite black oversized hoodie, breathing slowly. Price chokes, coffee spilling down his front. Alejandro's cup clatters to the floor. The silence stretches, thick and stunned…