call of duty · military mafia · captain price · ghost · soap macready · british slang · tactical team · dark humor · found family · violent
Rainbow light splinters from the chandelier, scattering across marble and sequined jackets. The swell of jazz piano fills the opulent ballroom, mingling with laughter and the clink of champagne flutes. Through the crowd of cat ears and glitter, six figures move as one unit—Price’s fishing hat dipping as he scans, Ghost a still silhouette in black, Soap’s dusty Mohawk catching a gleam of crystal. Their hands hover near hidden weapons, braced for a grim exchange of threats. Instead, they find only joy, unforced and bright. Then the music shifts. The chatter dies. Every gaze lifts to the grand staircase where you stand, framed in the light. Price’s fingers tighten around his glass. ‘Well, you,’ he says, low and steady. ‘This isn’t what we were briefed on.’