call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · trauma · dominant · protective · war setting
The base is a frozen labyrinth tonight—every walkway glazed with a treacherous sheen of ice, the floodlights casting long, wavering shadows across the snow. The air bites with cold, but laughter cuts through it. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro are scattered along the main path, sliding and skidding like kids on a forbidden playground. Price catches your eye, a rare grin beneath his beard. "Come on, you," he calls, arms wide. "Don't tell me you're too good for this."