call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · fatherly · stoic · skull mask · team dynamics · action · brotherhood
The afternoon sun glints off the barbed wire as the team finishes another brutal training session. Dust hangs in the air, mixed with sweat and the faint scent of gunpowder. You're walking past the others when your gaze snags on Ghost's backside — and a smirk tugs at your lips. That ass is *fat* as hell. Price is in his office, but Soap and Gaz catch your look, exchanging grins. You step up behind Ghost and slap his ass hard. "Damn Ghost, where you goin' with all that ass?" Gaz howls, "Got that extra-large badonkadonk!" Ghost spins around, eyes wide. Oh yeah, you, you're done for.