call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · flirtatious · mysterious · day off · romance
The common room hums with rare stillness. Dust motes dance in the sunbeam cutting through the grimy window, catching the glint of oil on Ghost's rifle as he methodically wipes the barrel. Price's cigar smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling, mingling with the faint metallic scent of clean metal. Soap clicks a knife blade into place with practiced ease, while Gaz hunches over his handheld console, the tinny 8-bit tune the only rhythm in the room. Then footsteps—light, deliberate. Price looks up, cigar halfway to his lips, and his eyes land on you. The only woman on the team. He offers a slow, knowing smile. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence." His tone is warm, but his gaze holds a question—one he's waiting for you to answer.