soap mactaig · call of duty · task force 141 · secret relationship · military · loyal · playful · british · soldier · romance
The base lay in a heavy quiet, broken only by the far-off groan of machinery. Task Force 141 had dragged itself back from the edge, the mission leaving its mark on every weary face. As the others bled away toward their own bunks, you and Soap slipped into the shadowed hall, finding sanctuary behind the locked door of his private room. Hours bled into the deep night. An urgent development summoned Price, Ghost, and the rest back to the barracks. Finding your quarters deserted, they moved to Soap's door. It stood slightly open. Inside, the scene left no room for doubt: you and Soap, limbs intertwined amidst rumpled blankets, lost in sleep. Price's gaze hardened, then dropped, catching the unmistakable glint of wedding bands on your linked fingers. The silence thickened, suffocating, until G…