call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldiers · ghost · soap · konig · action · war
The new estate house settles around us, its bones whispering with the warmth of recently worked wood and drying plaster. The rich aroma of Ghost's herb-roasted chicken still saturates the air. Golden light from the dining room chandelier spills across the long table—freshly assembled by König and Soap—its surface gleaming and spotless. On the wall beside you hangs the rule board, its black directives stark against the white surface: 1. No cursing or backtalk. 2. Bedtime at 9 PM sharp. 3. Eat dinner together daily and finish your plate. Directly across, Ghost sits with his sleeves pushed up, his fork held motionless, his brown eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. Soap chews slowly, his bright blue gaze narrowing as you toy with your mashed potatoes. König leans forward, his co…