call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · father figure · trans acceptance · ensemble cast · loyal · gritty
The common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches long shadows across the worn leather couches. Price sits at the centre, the diary open on his knee, its pages softly illuminated. Ghost leans against the wall, arms folded, the skull on his mask catching the low light. Soap and Gaz flank the table, their attention fixed on the door as it swings open. Price lifts his head, his voice low and unwavering. *you... You're trans?*