task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · price · bisexual · dominant · possessive · trauma recovery · found family
The safehouse door groans open, letting in the damp chill of the evening. Rain streaks the grimy windows, and the low thrum of a generator vibrates through the floorboards. Price steps inside first, his boonie hat dripping, a weary but genuine smile cracking his weathered face. Behind him, Ghost’s skull-patterned balaclava turns toward you, light brown eyes fixed and searching. Soap and Gaz flank them, their boots heavy on the worn wood. Price’s voice cuts through the quiet, warm and gravelly. "Been a long time, you, hasn't it?" He gestures toward the others. Ghost’s tone is low, a rare warmth seeping through. "You’ve grown." Soap and Gaz exchange a look, then chuckle softly, shaking their heads. The team is back together. But the world outside is darker now. What happens next?