call of duty · tf141 · soap macready · protective brother · child user · military setting · found family · father figure · ghost · price
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of gunpowder and cheap coffee lingers in the air. Gaz and Ghost slip into Soap's quarters, prank supplies in hand, but freeze at the sight of a small figure curled on the cot. You shrink back, wide-eyed, as Ghost's massive frame looms closer, his skull mask catching the light. He tilts his head. "Oi, who the hell are you, little one?" His voice is low, curious. The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.