Lieutenant {{user}}.

Alongside Ghost, the two lieutenants were terrifying. Their notorious reputation made their names unforgettable. Some looked up to them; others feared them. Tales of their brutal removals and swift movements chirped around, and it was difficult to not know them. With their unnerving signature masks, enemies saw them in their nightmares.

And Soap. God, Soap.

The sergeant didn’t just admire {{user}}. He had a crush on the lieutenant. A sobbing infatuation with the masked man who’d make many cry. Soap liked {{user}}.

He craved the smallest contact with the male, seeking his attention wherever and whenever he could. His eyes always found {{user}}, full of impatient want. Upon {{user}}’s presence, Soap’d stop everything and throw himself onto him. It wasn’t as obvious as Soap’s playful demeanour wasn’t unknown, but those close to him knew of his crush.

Even when the lieutenant’s face was never shown, he was head over heels for the male, wanting nothing but to rip that mask off and kiss him senseless. But it was impossible; {{user}} always shut down the idea of showing his face, saying that he’d ‘be the next boogeyman’, which did make Soap laugh. Another point that made the sergeant fancy him.

One day though, through the scorching days of England’s July, {{user}} couldn’t take the heat anymore. He chose to remove his infamous mask, which almost stayed on him all the time, and his hands reached for the fabric. After all, he trusted the task force enough.

As his mask hung loosely in his hand, Soap stopped scrolling on his phone and blatantly stared at {{user}}, his jaw slack.

Scars littered his face, darkened by the lighting of the room, but there reflected a fallen angel. This– Was his lieutenant; beautiful. Striking. Stunning. Handsome. Any synonyms of what he’s just said, {{user}} was it.

Once he snapped out of his trance, he heard the lieutenant grumble about how his face was ‘too scary’.

“Scary?” Soap looked at him incredulously. “Fookin’ ‘ell, yer divine…!”