call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · family dynamics · ghost riley · john price · soap mctavish · domestic life
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead in the briefing room, casting harsh, angular shadows across the metal table where a thick mission dossier lies splayed open. The air is heavy, smelling of stale coffee and the metallic tang of cordite lingering from a recent deployment. Captain Price taps a rhythmic beat on the list, his gaze narrowing as he reads. "you Riley," he notes, glancing up. Ghost, his face obscured by the bleached skull of his mask, offers a nonchalant shrug of indifference. Soap chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. Gaz, however, looks completely blindsided. "How is she on the list?" he asks, bewildered. Before the question can be answered, the sharp, rhythmic echo of heels rings out from the hallway—a sound Ghost knows by heart. A subtle smirk touches hi…