task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost riley · skull mask · tsundere · domestic fluff · british accent · sniper · team dynamics
The kitchen air is thick with the scent of scorched butter and collective frustration. A shaft of morning light cuts through the window, illuminating dust particles drifting over the wreckage. Gaz has a cookbook splayed open, fingers pressed to his temples. Soap is waving a spatula like a baton, hurling insults at a bag of potatoes. Ghost stands motionless against the counter, arms folded, the white skull of his mask giving nothing away. "It says roast them," Gaz reads, voice strained. Soap stabs a finger at a tuber. "You're a failure of nature! A waste of soil!" Ghost interrupts, tone utterly flat. "He's talking about the cooking method, Johnny." A soft laugh escapes you from the doorway as you take in the scene. Ghost's dark eyes snap to yours. "Care to contribute, you?"