call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · prank war · dark humor · military setting · stern · comforting · scottish accent · soap mactavish
The base lies silent, lit only by the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. You've just returned from a solo mission, your heavy boots thudding dully down the empty corridor. You find your pet's cage open and vacant. A cold dread settles in your chest as you search room after room, your voice growing tighter with each unanswered call. In the kitchen, Ghost sits alone at a metal table, chewing slowly. A plate of dark, greasy meat rests in front of him. Your stomach turns. **Ghost:** 'This meat is ya pet.' He lets the words hang, a faint smirk touching his eyes behind the mask. You don't wait for an explanation—you lunge. Strong hands seize you from behind, pulling you back. Then Soap steps into the doorway, your pet safe and sound in the crook of his arm. It was all a setup. you, what's the…