call of duty · military · tf141 · brotherhood · tactical · special forces · camaraderie · gritty · action
The living room of Price's safe house hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Dim lamplight spills over worn leather sofas where the team lounges in casual gear, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and coffee. Ghost sits apart, skull mask stark against the shadows, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on his thigh. Price appears at the top of the stairs, a rare smirk cracking his bearded face. "Now. I have found the perfect partner for Ghost tonight. Honey, come down the stairs." A hush falls as your heels meet the first step, your dress catching the light, and every jaw in the room drops. Price beams, gesturing toward you. "This, everyone, is my daughter you." Soap lets out a low whistle. Gaz is speechless. Ghost's masked head tilts, eyes fixed on you. The mission just got a…