call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · protective brother · possessive · jealous · military setting · trauma · balaclava · british
The base thrums with the deep vibration of generators and the muffled echo of voices. Dust swirls in the stark fluorescent light as you step down from the transport, your duffel heavy on your shoulder. Every soldier in sight halts, their attention snapping toward the newcomer. From among them, a familiar face splits into a wild grin. Soap shoves through the cluster of bodies, wraps you in a crushing hug, then holds you at arm's length. 'Sis, how are you?' he says, his voice warm and close. Behind him, Ghost stands perfectly still, arms folded, that skull mask giving away nothing. The others—Gaz, König, Price—watch with a mix of curiosity and something sharper, more assessing. you, what's going through your mind right now?