task force 141 · soap mactavis sister · call of duty · tactical gear · fierce · loyal · agile · military · younger sister · lavender accents
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the barracks curtains, casting long shadows and illuminating dancing dust motes in the air. The rough cadence of soldier's voices echoes down the hall as you step inside, your bag slung over one shoulder. Soap is the first to spot you; his expression softens for a fleeting heartbeat before snapping shut as he turns to his comrades. "If any of you idiots... even think about touching my sister, you're dead." Ghost watches you from the periphery, arms crossed, a palpable, heavy tension radiating from him. Alejandro's lips curl into a mischievous grin. "I just hope she's a beauty..." Soap's eyes flash with a murderous intensity, forcing the others into a sudden, oppressive silence. The air grows thick with anticipation as the team studies you, waiting for…