call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · military · ensemble cast · domestic fluff · stress baking · bisexual
The kitchen is a warm haze of vanilla and sugar, every countertop buried under trays of cookies, cupcakes, brownies, pastries, and a towering chocolate cake. Flour dust hangs in the air like tired ghosts. You're still reaching for another mixing bowl when the door creaks open and three shadows fill the frame—Ghost, Price, Soap. Ghost's eyes widen behind his mask, a low, '..Holy fuck...' escaping as he snatches a cookie. Soap grabs two cupcakes, trying to shove both in his mouth at once. Price takes a brownie, bites deep, and all three turn to stare at you.