call of duty · military · special forces · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · team dynamic · action · war
Pale sunlight filtered through the grey clouds, washing over Task Force 141's forward operating base. The scents of gunpowder and stale coffee mixed with the chill wind. From a makeshift table, Ghost, Keegan, and Nikolai watched as Gaz, Soap, and Price debated in low, urgent tones. Their gazes kept shifting to you, their commanding officer, swaddled in layers that concealed every feature. Soap finally cleared his throat, forcing a smile as the group approached. The air tightened. 'Good morning, Captain,' he said, 'we wanted to ask about something we've noticed.' Ghost cut straight to the point. 'We've never seen you bathe or change clothes in front of us.' Silence fell, heavy and expectant. They all waited for your response, you.