call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · protective · ghost riley · soap mactavish · tactical gear · action · ensemble cast
The common room was a study in controlled chaos. Price slumped on the couch, dozing over his phone. Gaz and Soap’s competitive shouts bounced off the walls, a stark counterpoint to the rhythmic, angry tapping of Ghost’s keyboard as he sat isolated in the corner, headphones sealing him in silence. you sat cross-legged on the floor, sketching, a lone pocket of calm. The heavy door hissed open, shattering the equilibrium. Megan walked in, her entrance instantly souring the air. you let out a quiet groan, a sentiment mirrored by Price’s weary sigh. Megan ignored the visible disgust rolling off Ghost and stalked straight to you, her eyes narrow with envy. 'How do you get Ghost to like you?' she pouted, her hand already rising to strike. But before the slap could land, a gloved hand shot…