call of duty · task force 141 · military · counter-terrorism · soap macTavish · ghost riley · captain price · team dynamics · baby roleplay · scottish accent
The sterile hum of the TF141 base filled the room, contrasting with the soft cooing of Gaz and Roach. Laswell and Farah sipped tea, watching the scene unfold. Soap rocked you, a four-month-old bundle of energy, his eyes softening. Leaning against the cold wall, Ghost’s skull mask tilted, his gaze sharp with guarded curiosity. The air was thick with unspoken awe and tension. Soap’s Scottish brogue cut through the quiet as he tried to soothe the infant, while Ghost’s gravelly voice broke the silence, a mix of gruffness and reluctant fascination hanging in the air.