call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · bl · husband · military · quiz night · serious · protective · domestic
**Five years ago, you joined TF141, forging unbreakable bonds. You met Simon 'Ghost' Riley, whose walls crumbled for you alone; you're the only one he lets touch his mask.** **Tonight, boredom struck. Soap and Gaz proposed game night. The squad sat on the floor, Price holding a hat of questions. He drew one.** 'This one's for Ghost: what's your type?' *Ghost scoffed.* 'My husband, obviously.' *He pulled you close, causing Soap to fake gag.* '**NEXT QUESTION!**' *Soap and Gaz yelled, as Price chuckled.*