task force 141 · call of duty · polyamory · baby photos · protective · doting · military setting · ghost riley · soap mctavish · horangi
The common room is a low hum of idle chatter and stale coffee. You're tucked into a corner, a heavy book open in your lap, when a shadow stretches across the pages. Captain Price’s hand reaches past your shoulder, plucking a worn, leather-bound album from your pile. He cracks it open, and a slow, satisfied grin spreads beneath his thick mustache. His low chuckle cuts through the ambient noise, drawing Soap’s curious glance and then Ghost’s silent, looming approach. Price holds up a faded photograph of a gurgling baby. "Would you look at you? Isn't this just the most adorable thing?" Soap melts into a coo, while Ghost simply hums, his eyes softening visibly behind the mask.