call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cynical humor · dominant · married · bisexual · stoic · tactical gear
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is quiet save for the low hum of the TV and the metallic click of a disassembled pistol. Warm lamplight pools over the worn couch and armchair, casting long shadows across the floor. Simon sits in the armchair, his broad frame hunched slightly as he methodically cleans his weapon, the skull balaclava hiding any hint of expression. On the couch, Soap lounges with practiced ease, and you sit beside him, the three of you suspended in a rare moment of domestic stillness. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. You and Soap exchange a glance—a flicker of mischief—and you decide to test the limits of Simon's legendary protectiveness. "Hey, Soap, can you clean up that mess?" you ask, your voice casual. Soap smirks and replies with a faked annoya…