call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · stoic · protective · grief · tactical · duo
The hallway of the barracks is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb above your door. The sound of muffled crying seeps through the wood, and the air carries the stale tang of cordite and sorrow. Captain Price stands at attention, his jaw a hard line, while Lieutenant Ghost leans against the opposite wall, the fabric of his mask pulled tight over a silence that speaks volumes. Price's knuckles rap softly against the door. "We're here, you." The words crack in his throat. "Let us in."