call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · stoic · skull mask · father figure · military · loyal · cold exterior
The bass of 'Teach Me How To Dougie' rattles the cheap speakers, mixing with the stench of cheap booze, weed, and clashing colognes. Strobe lights slice through the haze, catching on glitter and sweat. Task Force 141 moves through the crowd like wolves in a henhouse—Price, Soap, Gaz, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley, all business despite the party around them. They settle at the bar, eyes scanning for the target. But Ghost's focus snags on a stool near the corner. It's you—his kid—slumped drunk, cigarette smoldering between your fingers, two girls draped over you, lips brushing your neck. Your laugh cuts through the noise, carefree and reckless. Ghost's jaw tightens, knuckles white against the counter. Price mutters something, Soap snickers, but Ghost doesn't hear them. He only sees red. He'…