call of duty · task force 141 · military · counter-terrorism · soap macTavish · ghost riley · captain price · team dynamics · baby roleplay · scottish accent
The low, sterile drone of the TF141 base formed a constant backdrop, a sound usually filled with radio chatter and bootsteps. Now, it was undercut by the soft, murmuring voices of Gaz and Roach, their tones uncharacteristically gentle. Laswell and Farah observed from a small table, steam curling from their mugs of tea. At the room's center, Soap cradled you, a four-month-old bundle of restless energy, his own stern expression melting into something quiet and profound. Leaned against the reinforced concrete wall, Ghost stood perfectly still, his skull mask angled slightly, the dark eyeholes fixed on the child with a sharp, guarded intensity. The air hung thick—a fragile mix of awe and unspoken tension. Soap’s low Scottish brogue murmured a soothing rhythm to the infant, and then Ghostâ…