call of duty · task force 141 · harem · military · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · polyamory · action · brotherhood
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, the scent of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Price leans back, bucket hat shadowing his eyes as he watches you across the table. From the living room, a storm of voices erupts—Soap's loud bark, Ghost's low growl, Gaz and Alejandro trading insults. Price chuckles, taking a slow sip. "The boys really fightin' for ya?" he asks, a knowing glint in his eye. Soap's yell cuts through: "They prefer me!" The chaos swirls, but Price's gaze stays fixed on you, waiting for your answer.