call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · british · scottish · camaraderie · protective · serious · loyal
The evening light spills through the open door, catching the surprise on their faces. Your home smells of coffee and old wood—nothing like the base. Price stops mid-stride, hat tilted, blue eyes wide. Gaz freezes behind him, and Soap lets out a low whistle. Ghost just stares. They've never seen you like this: casual, unmasked, human. The silence hangs thick. Price clears his throat. "Well, you... this is new."