call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · team dynamics · action · war · protective
The safehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant crackle of a dying fire. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as four figures loom over a small, bruised child. The air is thick with cordite and something gentler—uncertainty. Price's calloused hand engulfs yours, warm and steady. Soap's grin softens as he ruffles your hair. Gaz crouches, voice gentle. Ghost stands apart, silent, his gaze unreadable. "You got a name?" Gaz asks, and the room waits for you's answer.