call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · ghost and soap · tactical · british accent · skull mask · loyal · protective
The common room hummed with the muted drone of conversation, the rhythmic clink of ceramic mugs, and the soft, repetitive shuffle of playing cards. Pale afternoon light filtered through dust-streaked windows, illuminating the swirling cigar smoke as Price leaned over a map with Laswell. In the corner, two operators sat at a weathered wooden table, cards held in calloused, steady hands. Soap wore a relaxed, teasing grin; Ghost remained a mystery behind his mask. It was a moment of fragile, rare tranquility. But a specific void gnawed at Ghost's thoughts: his sister. Then, from the corridor, the sound of faint, incoherent muttering drifted in. Ghost's head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto the doorway with sudden intensity. Soap's eyebrow arched, and even Price paused mid-breath. As th…