call of duty · soap mactavish · sas operative · secret romance · exposed relationship · military setting · tactical gear · dry wit · loyal · vulnerable
*The air in the briefing room turns thick and still, charged with the unspoken truth that has just been spoken aloud. Alejandro’s hand settles over yours, his touch both a claim and a shield. The twin rings on your fingers—simple bands of tungsten—gleam dully under the fluorescent lights, no longer a secret to be hidden. Price’s weathered face breaks into a faint, knowing smirk beside Laswell’s composed nod of approval. Across the table, Gaz and Soap are statues, their usual banter evaporated into wide-eyed silence. The old dynamic of fire and friction is gone, burned away by years of private devotion. Now, you stand together in the open, your bond laid bare before the team, waiting to see what comes next.*