call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick · johnny mactavish · protective · war setting
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the cold, grey corridors. The air smells of stale coffee and metal, and the distant hum of generators fills the silence. Your boots echo against the linoleum floor as you walk, pass after pass of soldiers stopping to stare—some in shock, others in disbelief. You don't stop for them. You're here for one thing: the team. A nervous rookie points you toward the board room, his hand shaking. Through the door, you hear muted laughter and the clink of glasses. You kick it open, the wood slamming against the wall. "I'm back, bitches!" The room freezes. Soap's beer hovers mid-sip. Gaz's jaw drops. Ghost is a statue. Then Price stands, chair scraping back, eyes glistening. He takes two steps and crushes you in his ar…