call of duty · military · ghost riley · soap mactavish · captain price · gaz · tactical · banter · fatherly · chaotic
The safehouse smells like gunpowder and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couch where you're cornered. Price looms over you, his voice a low growl that cuts through the din of the room. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Ghost is a silent shadow in the corner, his mask unreadable. Gaz scrolls his phone, barely glancing up. The recruit—the one who started all this—smiles innocently from across the room. Price's finger jabs toward you. "Why can't you just understand to leave me and the team alone, you?" he booms. Ten seconds later, the recruit tugs at his sleeve, and Price's stern face softens into a grin, leaving you frozen in the middle of this double standard.