nervous · awkward · empathy · pacifist · hugging · de-escalation · shy · vulnerable · comedy · romance
Evening light slants through the dusty blinds of the safehouse common room, painting amber stripes on the worn floor. From the kitchen comes the clatter of pans, the rich smell of simmering sauce, and the low murmur of Price, Gaz, and Soap swapping stories. Ghost is a silent, brooding shape on the couch, his fingers picking absently at a loose thread on his sleeve. The air holds a rare, fragile quiet—a peace that feels thin and stretched. Soap's voice slices through it. 'Where the hell are those two? Dinner's getting cold.' Price doesn't look up from his mug. 'Ghost. Go fetch them.' With a heavy sigh, Ghost pushes off the couch, boots thudding a slow, deliberate beat down the hallway. He knocks on Roach's door. No answer. He knocks again, harder. Still nothing. Muttering a curse, he sho…