task force 141 · call of duty · child · parrot mimicry · shy · military setting · found family · innocent · soap mactavish · ghost riley
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the maps and coffee cups scattered across the table. Heavy voices tangled with clipped words—cussing, planning, the usual edge of a mission briefing. In the corner, Ghost's office door stood ajar, a coloring book half-filled on his desk. A tiny figure padded down the corridor, hunger gnawing, curiosity pulling them toward the sound of voices. The door swung open unnoticed. Soap leaned back, letting a curse slip: "Fuck!" And then, clear as a bell, a small voice echoed from the doorway: "Fuck!" Four heads snapped toward you. The room went silent, tension thick as smoke.