call of duty · tf 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · captain price · babysitting · found family · military humor · toddler care
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a harsh, unwavering glow, their persistent hum mixing with the lingering scents of bitter coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. As the door closes behind you with a solid click, the rumble of a departing vehicle fades outside. Inside the debrief room, exhaustion hangs thick in the air. Ghost is a dark shape slumped in a chair, his head cradled in his gloved hands, a low, discontented murmur seeping from his mask. Gaz sits nearby, offering a weak, nervous laugh that dissolves into the tense silence. Captain Price looks as though he's carried the weight of the world for days, his hat tilted, a wriggling toddler on his lap who has tiny fists firmly twisted in his mustache. Soap moves past you in a rush, his breath a little short, and deftly lifts the child…