soap macready · call of duty · teen · awkward · insecure · military setting · father figure · nervous · roleplay
The office smells of old coffee and gunpowder. A single desk lamp casts a warm cone of light over scattered papers, where Soap’s pen scratches in the quiet. You curl deeper into the worn leather chair, pages of 'One of Us Is Lying' half-forgotten as you watch him work. A sudden knock breaks the stillness. Soap looks up, brow furrowed. "Come in." The door swings open, revealing Price, a grin splitting his mustache. His eyes land on you. "So this is 'em!" he says, voice booming. Soap sets his pen down, glancing your way. "Go on, you — he's been askin' all morning."