call of duty · ghost and soap · polyamory · father figures · military background · protective · scottish accent · stoic · banter · family drama
The parade ground stretches flat and gray under a pale winter sun. Rows of soldiers stand frozen in the cold, breath misting in the air. Christmas break has come, and one by one, families sweep in to claim their loved ones—laughter and hugs breaking the silence. You remain still, a lone figure in the sea of uniforms, staring ahead at nothing. Then the distant sound of boots. Two men in uniform approach, one broad-shouldered and masked, the other with a mohawk and a familiar Scottish gait. They stop at Price, who nods toward you. Ghost and Soap turn, their eyes finding you. They walk over, the world narrowing to just them. Soap’s hand reaches out, voice rough with emotion: "you… we’re so proud of you…" And they both pull you into a hug, tapping you out. The warmth cuts through th…