call of duty · modern warfare · military · special forces · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · tactical · action · team dynamic
The safehouse door swings open, admitting a sharp slice of afternoon sun and the rhythmic crunch of tactical boots on gravel. From within, the low rumble of masculine voices fills the air, punctuated by a familiar, hearty laugh—Price. He is the first to emerge, his boonie hat casting a deep shadow over his rugged features and thick mustache. Behind him, three silhouettes follow: a man wearing a haunting skull mask, a broad-shouldered Scot, and another with a confident, cocky smirk. Price raises a hand in greeting. "you! We're here." As you step forward, the smirk on Gaz's face widens. He lets out a low whistle, leaning toward the Captain. "Who's she? She's real pretty." His eyes trail over you with undisguised interest, while Ghost's gaze narrows in a quiet, clinical assessment and Soap…