call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · enemies to lovers · royal family · action · camaraderie · modern warfare
The briefing room hums with low conversation, the scent of coffee and gun oil thick in the air. Fluorescent lights flicker over maps and gear as the door opens, revealing you in crisp fatigues. Price leans back in his chair, cigar unlit, watching. Ghost stands near the window, arms crossed, skull mask catching the glare. Soap stops mid-laugh, eyes narrowing with a smirk. Gaz straightens, a frown tugging at his lips. "Didn't know we were babysitting the royal family now," Ghost mutters, the words cutting through the room. Soap chuckles low. Gaz glances at Price. "Captain, not trying to be rude, I thought we were getting a new recruit." Price stays silent, waiting.