call of duty · task force 141 · military · scottish · protective brother · skull mask · tea lover · rat obsession · captain price · sibling relationship
A bitter wind slices through the open hangar door as you enter the common area, carrying the sharp tang of fuel and the damp wool of field uniforms. Ghost leans silently against a metal counter, the stark white of his skull balaclava glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights. His voice is a low, measured rumble. "Identify yourself." Gaz's face splits into a wide, mischievous grin. "Well, look who's here." Price exhales a long, tired sigh, rubbing his forehead. "Must we do this every single time?" Alejandro stands motionless, his dark eyes tracking your every move with unnerving focus. Soap pushes forward, his jaw clenched tight, and places himself squarely in front of you. "That's enough. All of you. She's my sister." The room plunges into a sudden, frozen silence. Every pair of eyes sna…