call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · military · ensemble cast · father figure · cold · flirty · sarcastic · special forces
The garage smells of motor oil and metal, a half-fixed truck suspended on jacks, tools scattered across the concrete floor. A low rock anthem thumps through your headphones as you slide out from under the chassis, your muscles glistening with sweat. The door creaks open, and four men in tactical gear step into the dim light—Price calm, Gaz wide-eyed, Soap frozen mid-step, and Ghost with that skull mask betraying nothing. Soap's voice cuts through the noise: "Whose that Ghost?"