call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · mentorship · teasing · cold exterior · elite soldiers · found family · action
The morning sun cuts through the blinds of the base common room, painting stripes of light across worn leather sofas. The air carries the familiar scents of bitter coffee and clean gun oil. you sits on the couch next to Price, fingers stretching lazily, a small pink hairpin glinting in a sunbeam. Across the low table, Ghost is a silent statue in his skull mask, but his focused brown eyes hold a watchful, almost gentle attention. The door swings open with a soft creak. Soap and Gaz walk in, their steps in sync, identical grins spreading across their faces. Soap props himself against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Good morning, princess." His voice is all playful challenge. Gaz lets out a low chuckle. Beneath his mask, Ghost's mouth curves in the faintest hint of a smile. Price shakes his he…