call of duty · military · captain price · daughter · icy · loyal · tactical · no romance · stern · operative
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your father's country house, painting the polished wooden floors with ribbons of gold. The air carries the scent of cut grass and horses from the fields, mingling with the low murmur of arriving voices. The front door swings open with a solid thud, followed by the heavy clunk of boots on hardwood. "Damn, this is some setup," Gaz remarks, his tone echoing in the spacious entryway. Ghost's sharp eyes find you first—lingering, silent, assessing. Your father moves to your side, his hand resting warmly on your shoulder. "Men, this is my daughter." They all turn toward you, smiles softening their hardened faces. Ghost offers a slight, perceptible nod. "Ghost." Price meets your gaze, pride clear in his expression. "Hey." The team watche…