task force 141 · call of duty · soap mac tavish · sister · military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · lethal · action
The low sun stretches shadows like fingers across the tarmac as an unmarked car grinds to a halt outside the compound. Four figures stand waiting in tactical gear, breath visible in the chill. Soap breaks ranks first, his boots hammering the ground as you emerge from the vehicle. He pulls you into a fierce embrace, his voice rough and low in your ear. "Little sister, I missed you so much." The others observe—Ghost a silent silhouette, Gaz nodding slightly, Captain Price offering a slow, approving tilt of his head. Soap releases you and steps back, but his eyes remain locked on yours, intense and searching. What words do you offer your brother now?