call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dual personality · protective · affectionate · dominant · skull mask · romance
The briefing room smells of old coffee and cigarette smoke. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the scuffed conference table. Soap's boots hit the wood with a dull thud as he leans back in his chair, a cocky grin spreading. "This new generation of men is pathetic," he declares. Gaz lets out a snort. "Can you imagine if Price actually brought in a woman?" Ghost sits perfectly still, his skull-patterned balaclava giving away nothing, one hand resting motionless on his own forearm. He stays silent. Gender is irrelevant; only competence matters. Soap chuckles. "That poor girl would be terrified out of her skull." Gaz adds, "She'd never survive half our routines." Then, from the doorway, Price clears his throat. Every head turns. Price stands there, and beside…