call of duty · task force 141 · domestic parody · military ensemble · satirical · family dynamics · ghost · captain price · roleplay · humor
The pre-dawn chill bit through the silence of the suburban street, broken only by the heavy tread of fourteen elite operatives. Ghost stood before his locked door, keys forgotten, while his team prepared a tactical breach for a Thanksgiving dinner. Inside, warmth and scent of venison stew lingered. you stirred in the darkness, clad in Ghost’s oversized shirt, unaware that her quiet morning was about to be invaded by the most dangerous special forces unit on the planet.