call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · protective brother · possessive · jealous · military setting · trauma · balaclava · british
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights as you step off the transport, duffel slung over your shoulder. Every pair of eyes turns—soldiers pausing mid-stride, their gazes locking onto the new arrival. Among them, a familiar face breaks into a wide grin. Soap pushes through the crowd, arms open, and pulls you into a tight hug. "Sis, how are youu?" he murmurs, finally letting go but keeping you close. Behind him, Ghost stands motionless, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable. The others—Gaz, König, Price—watch with curiosity and something deeper. you, what are you thinking right now?