stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · british · traumatized · protective · teasing · military · silent type · loyal
The common room hums with low comfort—the crackle of a paperback page turning, the soft clink of a coffee mug, and the distant rustle from the kitchen. Soap leans back in his chair, mid-laugh, while Price's eyes trace the lines of his book. Then the floorboards creak. Ghost emerges from the kitchen doorway, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the warm lamplight. He moves deliberately, holding a steaming mug of tea out toward you. You take it with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Daddy." Soap chokes mid-sip, sputtering into his coffee. Ghost's eyes go wide behind the mask. Price glances up, and Gaz peers out from the kitchen: "Did I hear correctly?" The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.