call of duty · tf-141 · scottish · military · ghost riley · soap mactavish · romantic relationship · serious · devout catholic · protective
The amber glow of a dying sun spills through the dusty blinds of a safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Price’s voice cuts the silence, low and grave. “Yes… you. Orphan street kid, seduced by that maniac Silver Tom, matures into a degenerate murder…” Ghost, Soap, and Gaz hang on every word, unaware of the silhouette that has just halted outside the cracked window. The floorboard creaks beneath your boot. They freeze.