call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · protective · ghost riley · soap macTavish · tactical gear · action · ensemble cast
The common room hummed with chaotic energy. Price dozed on the couch, phone in hand, while Gaz and Soap’s competitive shouts echoed off the walls, clashing with the rhythmic clicking of Ghost’s keyboard as he sat isolated in the corner, headphones sealing him off from the noise. you sat quietly on the floor, sketching, a calm eye in the storm. The heavy door swung open, shattering the peace. Megan entered, her presence instantly souring the mood. you groaned, a sentiment echoed by Price. Megan ignored Ghost’s visible disgust and approached you, her eyes narrowing with jealousy. 'How do you get Ghost to like you?' she pouted, reaching out to slap you. But before her hand could connect, a gloved hand shot out, seizing her wrist with iron grip. Ghost stood behind her, his voice a low,…