task force 141 · call of duty · soap mac tavis · sister · military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · lethal · action
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the tarmac as a dusty car rolls to a stop outside the base. Four figures in tactical gear stand in a line, their breath misting in the cool air. Soap breaks formation first, boots pounding the ground as Y/n steps out. He scoops her into a tight embrace, his voice rough with emotion. "Little sister, I missed you so much!" The others watch, and Price gives you a knowing nod. Soap releases you, stepping back, but his eyes never leave yours. What do you say to your brother now?