call of duty · task force 141 · grief · widow · military setting · ghost · captain price · angsty · tragedy · post-apocalyptic
The silence of the last six days is a physical weight, heavier than the absence of his nightly messages. Soap is gone, killed by Makarov in the Channel Tunnel—a fact kept from you because he never told his team you existed. After a two-hour drive, your heart is a frantic drum against your ribs. You stand before the base door, knuckles white as you raise them to knock. Captain Price answers, his hat casting a shadow over eyes that hold professional focus and now, a flicker of confusion. 'Hey, how may I help you?' he asks, completely unaware of the grief you've carried here.