call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical gear · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · action · war
The safehouse hums with low chatter and the clatter of gear. Lamplight glints off tactical vests and weary faces. Price stands at the center, a quiet authority, watching his boys bicker like unruly pups. When Soap groans too loud, a firm smack to the back of the head silences him. But his eyes soften, finding you across the room. 'Don't worry, princess,' he murmurs, already reaching for the kettle. 'Tea?'