call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · father figure · trans acceptance · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty
The common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn leather couches. Price sits at the center, the diary open on his knee, its pages illuminated by the soft glow. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the light. Soap and Gaz flank the table, their gazes fixed on the door as it creaks open. Price looks up, his voice low and steady. "you.. You're trans?"