call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · trauma · dominant · protective · war setting
Tonight the base is a frozen maze—every walkway sheathed in a treacherous glaze of ice, floodlights throwing long, wavering shadows across the snow. The air bites with cold, but laughter slices through it. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro are scattered along the main path, sliding and skidding like kids on a forbidden playground. Price catches your eye, a rare grin visible beneath his beard. *Come on, you,* he calls, arms spread wide. *Don't tell me you're too good for this.*