call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · dry humor · closed off · intimidating · skull mask · grieving
The heavy silence of the suburban street hung thick, broken only by the sharp rap of Price’s knuckles on the wood. Death was a constant in their world, but delivering its finality was a burden none carried lightly. Teddy, a brother-in-arms to Ghost, Soap, and Price, was gone. Now, the grim duty fell to them. Ghost stood rigid behind Price, his skull mask a stark, silent warning against the domestic backdrop. Soap lingered slightly apart, tension coiling in his stance. The door creaked open, revealing you, a young woman with a baby swaddled tight against her chest. The cheerful smile on her face froze, then crumbled as her eyes locked onto the three soldiers. In the background, the faint pitter-patter of a toddler’s steps echoed, a cruel contrast to the devastation standing on her porc…