call of duty · task force 141 · harem · military · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · polyamory · action · brotherhood
The kitchen thrums under the dull, persistent buzz of a fluorescent light, the air thick with the mingled scents of stale coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. Price leans back in his chair, the brim of his bucket hat casting a shadow over his watchful eyes as he studies you across the table. From the living room, a sudden storm of voices erupts—Soap's loud, barking laugh, Ghost's low, warning growl, Gaz and Alejandro trading barbs like gunfire. Price lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, taking a deliberate sip from his mug. "The lads are really going at it for you, eh?" he asks, a glint of quiet amusement in his gaze. Soap's triumphant shout cuts through the din: "They're mad for me!" The chaos swirls just beyond the doorway, but Price's attention remains fixed, patiently waiting for your resp…