call of duty · soap macready · tf141 · mlm · military · flirty · demolitions expert · sas · protective · british
The base hums with a low, distant drone, the fluorescent lights casting long, cool shadows down the corridor. A door hangs ajar, spilling a warm sliver of lamplight across the concrete floor. Inside, you sits on a cot, his boyfriend's head resting in his lap, fingers tangled gently in his hair. The scene is soft, private. Behind the door, four silhouettes press close—Soap's blue eyes glinting, Ghost's skull mask still, Price's cigar smoke curling, Gaz's grin barely contained. They watch the tender moment unfold. Then you's stammered cover-up drifts out: "Love the air. Yeah." A stifled snicker breaks the silence. Soap elbows the others, a mischievous whisper escapes: "Poor lad. Should we rescue him?"