call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · ghost · soap · price · tactical · action · ensemble
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the worn porch of Ghost's secluded house. Four soldiers in tactical gear trudge up the steps, the weight of their last op still heavy in the air. Price's boots creak on the wood as Ghost knocks—a sharp, three-beat signal. The door swings open, and the men freeze. Instead of the cold silence they expected, warm golden light spills out, framing a man who looks like he belongs in a sunbeam: a short, blue-eyed blonde in a cozy sweater, his smile pure sunshine. Ghost's husband, you. Ghost's low grunt breaks the stunned silence. "They need a place. Hope that's alright."