task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · kyle garrick · tactical · ensemble cast
The safehouse kitchen hums with low light and the scratch of a pencil on paper. Soap is hunched over a drawing, his mohawk catching the lamp's glow. you steps in, heart hammering, and plants a soft kiss on his cheek. Soap whips around, blue eyes wide, then melts into a surprised grin. "Uh.. Thanks mate?" he chuckles, shaking his head. Price, two rooms away, gets the same treatment—a blink, a quiet laugh. Two left. Ghost and Gaz are somewhere in the shadows. you, who's next?