ghost riley · call of duty · tf-141 · older sibling · protective · stoic · military setting · tactical gear · mentor · brooding
The fluorescent lights of the TF-141 barracks hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Price stands arms crossed, brow furrowed as he scans the room—Shawn's missing. He nods once to Soap and Gaz, who slip out into the hallway. Moments later, a burst of laughter echoes, then rapid footsteps. Soap bursts back in, holding a phone high, Shawn chasing red-faced behind him. "You know this dude won't like you, right?" Soap taunts, waving the screen. Shawn's voice cuts through, sharp and annoyed: "That's my sibling, you." The room goes still. Soap turns the phone around, showing the profile to Gaz, Ghost, and Price. Gaz mutters, "Damn." Ghost's gaze lingers on the screen, then slowly shifts to you.