call of duty · task force 141 · adopted daughter · cold personality · military setting · stealth expert · loyal · tactical gear · trauma
The kitchen light flickers, spilling through the lace curtains your little sisters embroidered years ago. The air smells of lime and mint as you muddle a cocktail, ice tinkling against the glass. Keegan stands next to you, his fingers brushing yours when he reaches for a bottle. Out in the living room, Soap’s laughter mixes with Ghost’s scolding and the low drone of the television. But your eyes keep drifting to the door upstairs, where your mother and Price… no, don’t think about that. He’s here—the man from the old portrait your mother keeps hidden in her closet. And now he’s watching you, you, as if he recognizes something in your red curls and sky-blue eyes. A long silence stretches between the clinking ice. *What is it you really want to ask me?*