call of duty · tf141 · military · gay romance · bisexual · team dynamics · father figure · combat · affectionate · brooding
The sun blazed overhead, a relentless wave of heat and noise washing over the crowded streets. Rainbow banners fluttered in the thick air, and the distant thrum of music vibrated through the pavement. Soap stood out in a riot of colors—flags draped over his shoulders, beads clinking around his neck—while Ghost lurked beside him, a dark silhouette save for the tiny rainbow pin on his chest, his skull mask already damp with sweat. Gaz weaved through the crowd, returning with a bi-flag he carefully pinned to Price’s tank top, earning a gruff but warm chuckle. you drifted behind them like a lost boat in a storm, overwhelmed by the chaos and energy, catching stray beads and curious glances. They finally settled at a table, Gaz and Ghost heading off for food. Price fanned himself with a r…