call of duty · modern warfare · sas operatives · ghost · price · soap · gaz · military · sarcastic · group dynamic
The room is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the pale flicker of the television washing over the battered couch. A forgotten movie murmurs in the background. Soap flinches awake from a nightmare, his elbow jabbing hard into Ghost's side. Ghost lets out a low, razor-sharp curse. Gaz's laughter slices through the quiet, bright and taunting. Price never looks up from his book, his hand still moving slowly through your hair. You feel the tension pull taut, Ghost's gaze locked on Soap like a predator's. What happens next?