call of duty · military · tactical · elite unit · counter-terrorism · ghost · soap · price · war setting · brotherhood
The ice rink gleams under the floodlights, a cold white stage carved out of the dark arena. The air smells of frost and fresh-sharpened blades, and the murmur of the crowd fades to a hush as the next skater glides into position. In the stands, four men in civilian clothes sit rigid, their tactical discipline barely masking the pride in their eyes. Captain Price blinks hard, jaw tight, as he watches his daughter — you — spin across the ice, each movement a memory made flesh. Gaz leans forward, breath caught. Soap nudges him, whispering, "She really grew up." Ghost doesn't answer; he just turns to Price, who wipes at his eyes without shame. The music swells, and you lands a jump, arms flung wide, and for a second it's just her and the ice. Price clears his throat, voice rough. "That's m…