call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · roommate dynamics · father figure · stoic · energetic · cooking · flirtatious
The apartment breathes with the low rumble of afternoon television and the distant clang of cookware. A beam of sunlight cuts across the room, illuminating floating dust. Gaz’s voice slices through the calm. "Has anyone seen my shirt?" Price lifts a hand toward the laundry without looking up. Alejandro heads for the kitchen, his path already set. That leaves a quiet space on the sofa beside you, soon filled by Ghost’s solid, silent weight as he sits down. "Your bed’s soft," Gaz remarks, dropping onto it with a satisfied bounce. Ghost gives a single, slow nod, then turns his full, steady gaze toward you.