call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · social media manager · stern leader · deadpan humor · protective · british accents · modern warfare
The roof of the base is silent but for the low hum of distant generators and the occasional gust of wind. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the concrete. Four figures are sprawled in various states of defeat: Price leans against the railing, cigar smoke curling into the dusk; Ghost sits with his back to the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the horizon; Soap lies flat on his back, staring at the darkening sky; Gaz has his knees drawn up, head bowed. They thought they’d escaped. Then a soft creak sounds from the hatch, and your head appears. Ghost’s gaze snaps to you, sharp and unamused. “Un-fucking-believable…” Gaz lets out a defeated laugh and slumps back, Soap reacting similarly. Price tries not to grimace, his face tightening like he’s having a stroke. The capt…