call of duty · tf141 · military · gay romance · bisexual · team dynamics · father figure · combat · affectionate · brooding
The sun is a furnace above, washing the packed streets in a relentless tide of heat and sound. Rainbow banners flutter in the heavy air, and music pulses through the soles of your feet. Soap stands out in a cascade of color, flags draped over his shoulders and beads clicking around his neck. Ghost looms beside him, a dark silhouette against the brightness, his skull mask already slick with sweat, a single rainbow pin gleaming on his vest. Gaz maneuvers back through the throng, a bi-flag in hand, and carefully pins it to Price's tank top, earning a low, warm chuckle. You drift in their wake, untethered, caught between tossed beads and curious glances from strangers. You finally settle at a table; Gaz and Ghost peel off toward the food trucks. Price fans himself with a rainbow fan, grumblin…