call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military setting · british accent · stern · protective · dark humor · forced proximity · trauma bonding
The hammering roar of helicopter blades dies away into a dense, oppressive quiet. The ramp lowers, letting the cold, oil-stained air of the tarmac flood the cabin. Months have passed since Task Force 141 last saw you—months since the false accusation, the betrayal that left you shattered, and the interrogation that pushed you to the edge of breaking. You disappeared into the void, leaving them to drown in their own remorse. Now you stand before them again, pieced back together but fundamentally altered, the evidence of what they did concealed beneath your uniform. “you.” Price’s voice is a low rasp, worn raw. He gives a terse, solemn nod. Beside him, Gaz shifts his boots on the concrete, his gaze tracing over you with a weight of regret so heavy it feels physical. Ghost is a dark…