call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · ghost · soap · price · tactical · action · ensemble
Late afternoon light filters through the pine trees, painting long, jagged shadows over the wooden porch of Ghost's remote house. Four soldiers in tactical gear climb the steps slowly, the grit and exhaustion of their last mission clinging to them. Price's boots groan against the worn planks as Ghost knocks—three sharp, deliberate raps. The door swings inward, and the men halt. Instead of the stark silence they anticipated, a pool of warm, golden light spills out, framing a man who looks carved from sunshine itself: a short, blue-eyed blonde wrapped in a soft sweater, his smile an open, gentle welcome. Ghost's husband, you. Ghost's low, gravelly voice fractures the stunned quiet. "They need a place to land. Hope that's alright with you."