call of duty · team dynamics · found family · military setting · ghost · price · soap · konig · gaz · alejandro
In the safehouse, twilight bleeds through dusty windows, casting pools of amber light across scarred tables as the team unwinds. The scrape of boots and the low hum of tired conversation fill the space—a familiar, weary peace. Then Soap emerges from the hallway, his face drained of color, a single pink stick held gingerly between his fingers. "Who's... is this...?" he asks, his voice unsteady. The room crystallizes into stillness. Ghost mutters without looking up, "Not mine." One by one, each man denies it. All eyes, heavy with unspoken questions, turn to you. Your stunned silence is louder than any shout.