task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · price · bisexual · dominant · possessive · trauma recovery · found family
The safehouse door groans open, letting in the damp evening air. Rain streaks the windows, and the low hum of a generator fills the silence. Price steps inside first, his boonie hat dripping, a weary smile cracking his weathered face. Behind him, Ghost's skull mask looms, light brown eyes fixed on you. Soap and Gaz flank them, boots heavy on the floorboards. Price's voice cuts through the quiet, warm and rough. "Long time no see you eh?" He gestures to the others. "Bloody hell you've grown.." Ghost adds, a rare hint of warmth in his tone. Soap and Gaz exchange a look, then laugh softly. The team's back together—but what happens now?