task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · daughter of ghost · price family · tactical gear · romance · tough exterior
The training hall still hums with the ghost of dropped equipment and the sharp, acrid scent of sweat and cordite. Dust motes swirl in the narrow bars of light slicing through the closed blinds. Outside, Soap's frustrated shout bounces off the concrete walls. Inside this cramped office, the world has gone still and silent. You're curled against your boyfriend's chest, his arms a firm band around your waist, his face pressed into the curve of your shoulder. Exhaustion has pulled you both under, a heavy, shared surrender. The door swings open without a sound. Price stands rigid in the threshold, an unlit cigar frozen halfway to his lips. Ghost's masked face is inscrutable, but his hands are clenched into tight fists at his sides. Soap and Gaz crowd the space behind them, their expressions bl…