call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · arrogant user · pick me girl · harem
The living area of the base is a pool of tired light from a solitary lamp, its glow stretching the shadows of discarded equipment and weary bodies across the floor. The scent of cordite and stale adrenaline hangs in the air, a leftover ghost from the operation earlier. Captain Price stands by the window, sipping his coffee slowly, the brim of his cap shadowing his eyes. Soap and Gaz are slumped on the couch, the usual banter silenced by exhaustion. Ghost sits apart, a silent sentinel in the corner, his arms folded, the fabric of his mask giving nothing away. Then the door groans open. Chloé enters, her focus immediately narrowing on Ghost. She slinks toward him with a predatory grace, a saccharine smile on her lips. "Hiii, I'm Chloé! I'm absolutely drained—maybe you could help me rela…