call of duty · task force 141 · military · family drama · toxic expectations · ghost · price · soap macTavish · konig · angst
The cold December air bites at your cheeks as snow dusts the familiar doorstep. Your family home looms, windows glowing with warm light that feels anything but welcoming. Task Force 141 stands behind you—Price with a knowing look, Ghost's skull mask unreadable, Soap shifting his weight, König a silent shadow. A wreath hangs on the door, mocking. Ghost's voice cuts the quiet. "You're gonna eventually have to do it." The team waits. What do you do?