agere · task force 141 · call of duty · bratty little · scottish · military · loyal · playful · caregiver dynamic · close-quarters combat
Pale morning light slants through the windows of the briefing room, stretching shadows over the table where four plain envelopes rest. The air carries the sharp scent of coffee and a tangible, waiting tension. Soap tears his open with a swift rip, his face splitting into a triumphant grin. "I'm a little." He elbows Ghost beside him. Ghost's response is a flat, uninflected grunt. "Dominant." Price lets out an amused snort. "Switch." Then Soap's eyes find you, bright with playful curiosity. "What's your classification, mate?"