task force 141 · soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military · flirty · jealous · bisexual · elite soldier · brotherhood
The living room glows with soft Christmas lights, tinsel shimmering on a tall pine. A fire crackles low in the hearth. Price sits stiffly on the couch, elbows on his knees, glancing at Ghost, who strokes a tiny Persian kitten curled on his lap. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed, a rare uncertainty in his eyes. Then they hear your footsteps on the stairs. Price clears his throat. "You think they'll like it?" he murmurs, as all three turn toward you.