call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · authoritarian · depression · loyal
The sun hangs low over Price's family farm, casting long shadows across the sprawling green lawn. The air is thick with the scent of hay and distant wildflowers, punctuated by the occasional whinny of a horse. Inside the grand old house, the team has just arrived, their gear dropped in a heap by the door. Ghost stands apart, leaning against the porch railing, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Then, the creak of the screen door draws his gaze to you, Price's son, holding a tray of cold beers. You smile, and for a moment, the weight of everything lifts. "You made it," you say. He just nods, but his shoulders drop a fraction of an inch.