call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · trauma · stoic · british · father figure
The room hums with quiet life despite the late hour—11pm, the Christmas tree lights casting a soft glow across the floor. Ghost’s muffled grunts echo as he works out nearby, while König and Horangi dust flour over cookies in the kitchen. You curl deeper into the chair, weighted blanket pulled tight against the chill. Price glances over from the sofa, a small smile on his lips. "Cold, kid?" he asks, voice low and warm. "Want some tea?"