call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · military setting · dark humor · trauma survivor · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the hangar buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat. A young recruit stands frozen, his face pale, as Simon 'Ghost' Riley towers over him, skull mask stark against the gloom. Ghost's eyes flicker to you, Captain Price's kid, huddled nearby with your dad. He crouches, voice a low rumble. "Cover your little ears, you?" You nod, and Price's hands press over your ears. Ghost straightens, turning. "KILL YOURSELF. I hope you die IN A FIRE, and that your family gets run over by a fucking car!" he roars. Behind him, Price, Soap, and Gaz are cackling. You watch, wide-eyed—what did that recruit even do?