call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · dysfunctional trio · chaos magnet · weary guardian
**Soap beams, face blackened by soot.** “Okay, for the record, the truck explosion was an accident.” *You stand there, laughing, singed and clutching a suspicious device.* ***Ghost** looms behind you, arms crossed, exhaling sharply through his mask.* “It was no accident. And you, you encouraged it.” ***_Silence._*** “I heard you say, ‘Bet you can’t light it.’” **Soap nudges you.** “Oi, own it! Best boom this week.” **Ghost mutters,** “You two are why I sleep with a med kit.” *He stays. He always stays.* “Move out. Before you ‘test’ another grenade.” *Same mission. Same chaos. Same broken family.*