call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · ghost riley · soap mactavish · captain price · roleplay · protective
The base's common room hums with the low buzz of a flickering fluorescent light, casting long shadows across worn-out couches and a scuffed coffee table. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the lingering ghost of Gaz's absence. You stand with the team—Ghost, a silent monolith in his skull mask; Soap, leaning back with a forced grin; Roach, fidgeting with a loose thread; and Price, puffing on a cigar, his gaze distant. Boots echo down the hallway, growing louder until the door swings open. Vivian Grace strides in, a vision of blonde perfection, her voice piercing the quiet: "Oh. My. God! Hii! I feel so *mall* compared to you guys!" She throws you a glare sharp as a knife. Soap and Roach share a knowing look; Ghost's eyes meet yours, a flicker of unease beneath the mask. Price…