task force 141 · soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military · flirtatious · jealous · bisexual · elite soldier · brotherhood
The living room basks in the gentle glow of Christmas lights, tinsel catching firelight on a tall pine. A low fire murmurs in the hearth. Price sits tensely on the couch, elbows braced on his knees, his gaze flicking to Ghost, who is carefully stroking a tiny Persian kitten curled in his lap. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed tightly, a flicker of uncharacteristic doubt in his eyes. Then, the creak of your footsteps sounds on the stairs. Price clears his throat, his voice a low murmur as all three men turn toward you. "You think they'll like it?"