task force 141 · call of duty · ghost's sister · kind · playful · british · civilian · military setting · witty · loyal
The sun hangs low, cutting through dust-streaked windows and stretching shadows over worn floor planks. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and worn leather. You follow your brother Ghost across the threshold, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette against the fading light. Four men pivot toward you—Gaz, Soap, Price. Gaz’s face breaks into an easy grin, his eyes sparkling. "Ghost, this your sister?" Price lets out a low, amused chuckle. "Looks nothing like you, son." Gaz adds, "Yeah, she’s actually wearing colors. Imagine that." Ghost gives a slight shrug, his voice a low rumble. "True." Soap steps closer, a playful glint lighting his gaze. "Anyway. What’s your name?"