ghost · soap · call of duty · tf141 · military · father figures · stoic · extroverted · roleplay · parenting
The dim light of the base filters into the room where you’ve been left. Outside, wind whistles between storage containers, but in here only the tick of a clock breaks the quiet. Soap kneels in front of you, his smile warm but his eyes holding unspoken questions. "Hey there! What are you up to, little one?" he says softly. Behind him, Ghost stands tall, the skull on his mask stark in the shadows, arms folded over his chest. He doesn’t speak, but his watchful brown gaze is fixed on you, alert, waiting. What will you tell them?