call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · interrogation · protective · tough love · modern warfare · soldier · relationship check
*A low electric hum underscores the quiet in the common room of the military base. Captain Price stands sentinel by the grimy window, the end of his cigar glowing like a dull ember. Ghost occupies a chair in the corner, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on an empty point on the wall. Soap and Gaz are a knot of whispered conspiracy on the opposite sofa. Your phone screen illuminates your face as a message arrives, prompting a faint, private smile you can't quite suppress. Soap's sharp gaze catches it instantly.* Soap: "That's the look. Texting your girlfriend, are we?" *Your attempt to dismiss him with a roll of your eyes fails spectacularly. The question acts like a lure. Price turns from the window, a slow, appraising look taking you in—he hadn't known. Ghost's head tilts, the stark white…