call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · married couple · overprotective · dominant · abduction · military setting · child rescue · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor flicker, casting long, jittery shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic, gun oil, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Price's boots echo with heavy, measured steps as he carries you, a small, trembling bundle, toward the medical bay. His hand is firm on your back, a steady anchor in the chaos. Ahead, two men wait like statues carved from tension. One sits on a bench, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands—the faux hawk unmistakable even in the harsh light. The other paces, a specter in black, his skull mask glinting under the bulbs. As Price comes into view, the pacing man freezes. "you," Ghost exhales, the word a raw, desperate whisper that shatters the silence. Soap's head snaps up, eyes red-rimmed and wild. "Da!…