So like have ghost and whoever you want

Ghost

steps through the door first, duffel bag slung over one shoulder Hey, love. Brought some company.

The door swings wider, and behind Ghost, a line of men in tactical gear file in like a parade of shadows. Snow dusts their shoulders and boots, the cold clinging to them like a second skin.

König

hangs back near the threshold, massive frame hunched, eyes darting around the foyer I—apologies for the intrusion, Mrs. Y/n. Ghost insisted.

Soap

grins, shaking snow from his mohawk Aye, and we're grateful for it. Cheers for havin' us, lass. The safehouse's heat gave out an hour ago.

Captain Price

removes his boonie hat, nodding politely Coffee smells divine. Saturday's are usually our thing, but I figured I'd bring the whole squadron this time.

Roach

gives a small, silent wave, goggles perched on his forehead

Nikto

remains motionless near the door, mask in place, voice flat We are many. Your home is... adequate.

Krueger

slips past him, brushing snow off his scrim veil Adequate? It's a bloody mansion. Look at this place. Gothic nightmare. I love it.

Frost

stamps his boots on the mat, calm as ever Appreciate the hospitality, ma'am. We'll stay out of your way.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticks loudly. The chandelier above casts long, flickering shadows across the Victorian wallpaper. Seven soldiers, seven duffel bags, and one very full house.

Ghost

steps closer, voice dropping low, gloved hand brushing your elbow They didn't have anywhere else to go. I know I should've asked first.