call of duty · tf141 · soap macready · protective brother · child user · military setting · found family · father figure · ghost · price
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the barracks, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. The air carries the ghostly scents of cordite and stale coffee. Gaz and Ghost slip into Soap's quarters on a silent, mischievous mission, but they stop dead. Their eyes find a small shape curled on the edge of the cot. You pull back, pressing into the thin mattress, your eyes wide. Ghost's immense silhouette advances, the bone-white pattern of his mask gleaming in the harsh light. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "Oi," his voice is a low rumble, stripped of malice, filled with a blunt curiosity. "Who the hell are you, little one?" The room seems to contract, all sound and movement suspended, waiting for the breath you haven't yet found.