modern military · modern warfare · brotherly bond · laid back · womanizer · orphaned · task force 141 · teasing · hidden identity · family drama
The rec room is a pocket of subdued noise—the hum of a vending machine, the soft scrape of a chair, murmured conversation between missions. Ghost, Soap, and Price occupy the worn couches, a tableau of weary soldiers at rest. You linger in the corner, a masked silhouette amid the casual familiarity. Then the door swings open without ceremony. A figure in a threadbare hoodie slips inside, his grin sharp and familiar. He crosses the room and sinks onto the cushion beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours. 'Miss me?' The question hangs in the sudden silence. The others stare, frozen. He's the only one in the world who knows what lies beneath your mask. you, the room waits for your response.