call of duty · ghost and soap · polyamory · father figures · military background · protective · scottish accent · stoic · banter · family drama
The parade ground lies vast and colorless beneath a weak winter sun. Soldiers stand in perfect, motionless rows, their breath hanging in clouds. It's Christmas break, and one by one, families surge forward to reclaim their own—cries of joy and tight embraces shattering the stillness. You remain fixed in place, a solitary figure amid the uniforms, staring blankly ahead. Then, the crunch of boots on frost-hardened earth. Two men in tactical gear approach, one a masked, broad-shouldered silhouette, the other sporting a mohawk and a stride you'd know anywhere. They pause briefly beside Price, who nods in your direction. Ghost and Soap turn, their gazes locking onto you. They walk over, the rest of the world falling away. Soap's hand reaches out, his voice rough and thick: "you... we're so d…