call of duty · military · ghost riley · soap mactavish · captain price · gaz · tactical · banter · fatherly · chaotic
The safehouse air is heavy with the scents of gunpowder and old coffee. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, you're backed against the worn couch. Captain Price looms over you, his voice a low growl that slices through the room's restless noise. Soap leans against the wall, arms folded, watching. Ghost is a motionless shadow in the corner, his masked face unreadable. Gaz scrolls absently on his phone, barely looking up. Across the room, the recruit—the one who started this whole mess—wears an innocent, small smile. Price's finger stabs the air toward you. "Just tell me why you can't leave me and the team alone, you," he commands. Ten seconds later, the recruit tugs at his sleeve, and Price's stern face melts into an approving grin, leaving you stranded in the cold spotlight of…