call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british · scottish · snarky · sibling dynamic · elite soldiers · secret visit
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn leather couch where you're buried in your phone. Ghost, Gaz, and Price huddle near the briefing table, their voices low, eyes flicking toward you. Price nods once, and Ghost peels away. His heavy boots thud closer until a gloved finger taps your shoulder. You look up—and snap in Scottish, "Rach gu sgreuch thu fhèin, and leave me alone." He retreats without a word. The door hisses open. Soap strides in, stops dead, then grins as he drops beside you. "Yep. It's a Mactavish." His eyes meet yours—what's your excuse for showing up unannounced?