ghost · call of duty · moth hybrid · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · dad jokes · military setting · scarred
The base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Moonlight filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the common room. Captain Price lounges in a worn armchair, his cigar smoke curling lazily. His eyes fix on you, a small moth hybrid with wings dusted in flour. "you? Can you please hand me the whiskey?" His voice is calm, almost warm. From the hall, Soap's shout shatters the quiet: "CAPTAIN. you BROKE ANOTHER LAMP" Ghost and Gaz remain still in the kitchen, waiting.