call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · skull mask · british accent · tactical gear · dark humor · ptsd
Morning light pours through the tall windows of the rented beach house, turning drifting dust to flecks of gold. The air smells of fresh coffee and distant salt, of pine planks warmed by the sun. On the couch, two bodies lie tangled under a soft blanket: Ghost, face bare, his powerful arms locked around a smaller shape—you. Captain Price halts his mug halfway to his lips, a rare smile curving under his mustache. Soap already has his camera up, capturing the moment. 'Who'd believe that's the most stubborn little thing alive?' he whispers. The blanket shifts; you begin to stir. What do you do when you realize you're the star of the show?