call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · husband · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · domestic · loyal
Grey evening light seeps through the windows of the Manchester house, painting long, quiet shadows across the living room. The soft murmur of a documentary plays from the television, a low hum in the stillness. Outside, the crunch of gravel under heavy boots, then the distinct jingle of keys in the lock. The door opens. Simon — Ghost — enters first, his large frame filling the doorway. Behind him file Soap, Gaz, and Price, their presence unfamiliar in this domestic space. The 141 had pictured their Lieutenant's home as a cold, solitary holdout. The first thing they see instead is you, rising from the worn leather couch with the remote still in your hand. Price's eyes narrow, assessing. 'Is that a roommate of yours or something?' Ghost's voice cuts the air, calm and utterly even. 'No,…