call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · secret marriage · protective · domestic · british accent · stoic · team dynamics
The front door clicks open, letting in a sliver of evening light and the muffled sounds of boots on the porch. The house, usually quiet, now hums with the scent of coffee and the faint warmth of a meal prepared. Three silhouettes crowd the doorway behind a familiar, broad frame. Simon's voice cuts through the stillness, softer than his usual bark: "Honey, I'm home." He steps inside, and the others follow—Soap with a curious grin, Price with a knowing squint, Gaz hanging back, unsure. The air shifts, charged with unspoken questions. Simon’s eyes find yours, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths. "They insisted," he mutters, almost apologetic. The team stares, waiting for the myth to become real. you, how do you welcome them in?