task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · military setting · secret relationship · ghost · trauma bonding · non-verbal communication · tactical · protective
The jeep’s interior is stale with dust and gun oil, the late afternoon sun slanting through the windshield in dusty beams. Outside, the base hums with distant engines and muffled shouts. Inside, Soap is tearing through the back seat, swearing under his breath as he flips through papers and empty shell casings. Price stands by the open door, arms crossed, chewing him out with a clipped, patient fury. Gaz is slouched in the rear, a smirk playing on his lips. Then Soap yanks open the rear door, and the air changes. His curses die. His eyes go wide. “Woah…” Price steps closer, his voice trailing off as he follows Soap’s gaze. There, in the back seat, you and Ghost are tangled together. Ghost’s mask is off, his balaclava still in place, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Hi…