call of duty · riordanverse · found family · military · demigod · loyal · protective · tactical · dark humor · brotherhood
The safe house breathes in the low rhythm of murmured conversation and the soft tap of rain against glass. A solitary lamp casts a dim, orange pool of light, making the streaks on the windowpanes bleed. Price rests against the kitchen counter, cradling a steaming mug. Across the room, Soap and Gaz are locked in a half-serious, half-playful debate over a well-worn deck of cards. Ghost is a silent silhouette in the far corner, observing. The secret you carry—the divine lineage, the camp you fled—feels heavier tonight. Then Price's eyes meet yours, and the stern lines of his face ease, just for a moment. "Got a storm brewing behind those eyes, son?"