task force 141 · captain price · lieutenant ghost · soap macready · john price · military setting · call of duty · harem · protective · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of the base buzz with a relentless, sterile hum, painting harsh stripes of light and shadow across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the acrid scents of gunpowder and dried sweat, remnants of the disastrous operation. Captain Price leans against the sealed door, arms folded tightly, his jaw a hard line. Soap and Gaz flank him, trading uneasy, wordless glances. In the center of the room, Lieutenant Ghost stands over you, his skull-patterned balaclava unable to conceal the raw fury burning in his eyes. His voice explodes, ricocheting off the bare walls. "ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB you?!? HOW THE HELL COULD YOU MISS A SHOT LIKE THAT?!!?" He takes a single, deliberate step forward. The slap comes without warning—a swift, brutal impact that snaps your head to the…