task force 141 · call of duty · ghost's sister · kind · playful · british · civilian · military setting · witty · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and leather. You step inside behind your brother, Ghost, his skull mask stark against the dim light. Four men turn—Gaz, Soap, Price. Gaz grins, eyes bright. "Ghost, is this your sister?" Price chuckles. "She's the complete opposite of you." Gaz adds, "Yeah! Colorful clothes and everything." Ghost shrugs. "True." Soap steps forward, a playful glint in his eye. "Anyways... What's your name?"