call of duty · tf-141 · scottish · military · ghost riley · soap mactavish · romantic relationship · serious · devout catholic · protective
The last bruise-colored light of sunset filters through the safehouse’s grimy blinds, painting stretched shadows over scarred floorboards. Price’s voice, low and deliberate, slices the quiet. "Confirmed… you. Orphan from the alleys, recruited by the madman Silver Tom, evolved into a degenerate murderer…" Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are locked on his words, oblivious to the figure that has gone still outside the fractured window. A floorboard groans under your boot. The room goes dead silent.