task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · stealth specialist · sibling dynamics · tactical gear · tense atmosphere · war setting
The common area is hushed, the only sounds the deep, distant thrum of generators and the metallic whisper of gear being adjusted. Sunlight, thick with floating dust, cuts amber shafts across the floor as you enter. Your brother, Soap, stands with Ghost, Gaz, Keegan, and Captain Price clustered around him like a tactical formation. Soap steps forward, the space between you closing until his hand comes to rest on your crown, his touch weighted with a familiar, brotherly affection. Soap: 'Hey there, little sister...' *a warm smile graces his lips, but his gaze is locked on yours, holding an unasked question that hangs in the air between you*