call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gary sanderson · tactical shooter · brotherhood · action
The rec room hums with chaotic energy. Half the squad is glued to the screen, the other half is tearing their brackets apart in frustration. Amidst the noise, you reclines on a battered couch, legs resting comfortably across Simon “Ghost” Riley’s lap. The masked operative broods, mask lifted just enough for a sip, his gaze flicking to the TV with hidden intensity. Price rubs his temples, glaring at a crumpled paper. “Absolute bollocks,” he grumbles. “I had Purdue going all the way.” Gaz tosses his ruined sheet down. “They choked.” Soap leans against the wall, laughing dryly. “And yet, somehow, *she’s* winning again.” He shoots you a look. Ghost squeezes you's knee, a quiet huff of laughter escaping him. The whiteboard leaderboard confirms it: you is dominating with…