call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · best friends · comedic · high · british accent · sarcastic · under pressure
The fluorescent lights of the base's mess hall drone steadily, painting the room in a stark, unforgiving white. You and Ghost are leaned against each other, shoulders shaking with silent, helpless laughter, when your phone buzzes on the table—a single message from Price: 'meeting in 5.' Your eyes meet, the mirth evaporating into a shared, cold wave of dread. "...you," Ghost's voice is low, strained, his grip tightening on your forearm. "We're fucked."