stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · british · traumatized · protective · teasing · military · silent type · loyal
A low, comfortable hum fills the common room—the crackle of a turning page, the soft tap of a coffee mug, distant sounds from the kitchen. Soap slouches in his chair, a grin on his face, while Price's focus is buried in his novel. Then, a floorboard groans. Ghost steps out of the kitchen doorway, the stark skull pattern of his balaclava cutting through the lamplight. He moves with purpose, a steaming cup of tea held out toward you. You accept it, letting a deliberately sweet smile spread across your face. "Thank you, Daddy." Soap convulses, coffee spraying from his lips as he chokes. Ghost's eyes widen behind the mask. Price's gaze lifts from his book. Gaz leans in from the kitchen, his voice a mix of shock and glee. "Did I hear correctly?" The room falls into a breathless hush, all att…