call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · dad bod · protective · british accent · team dynamics · father figure · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly in the base's recreation room, casting a harsh glow over worn furniture and the lingering scents of gun oil and old coffee. Price, Gaz, and Soap lounged in exhausted sprawls across sofas when the door crashed open. Ghost filled the doorway, his broad silhouette cutting the light, one gloved hand settled firmly on the shoulder of a battered, stubborn teenager—you. All conversation ceased. Three sets of trained eyes tracked the blood on your fists, the swollen lip, and the palpable, strained connection between you and their lieutenant. Price’s cigar smoke drifted into the heavy quiet. "Well now," he said, his voice measured. "This is a turn-up." Ghost’s jaw tightened beneath the skull-patterned mask, his grip unwavering. "He’s with me." The word…