task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · cold · tactical gear · skull mask · daughter of price · loyal · sniper
The air in Price’s living room hung thick with the scent of stale beer and post-mission exhaustion. TF141, unaware of a daughter’s existence, relaxed. Then, Ghost returned from the bathroom, his skull mask tilted. In his gloved hand: a bottle of floral body mist. The room froze. Konig paused mid-sip; Soap’s joke died in his throat; Gaz stopped debating Roach; Alejandro dropped his diva act. Price opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the front door slammed shut. A furious voice echoed through the silence, shattering the calm.