call of duty · task force 141 · military · multi-character · ghost · soap · gaz · price · british · action
Firelight dances in Captain Price’s living room, casting long, warm shadows over the gathered team. A lopsided Christmas tree glimmers with tinsel; the air smells of pine needles and spiced wine. You stand with your back pressed to the cool wall, a silent observer on the fringe of the festive noise. Ghost appears beside you without a sound, his broad frame eclipsing the glow from the hearth. He leans in, the fabric of his mask rustling faintly. "Hey, you." His voice is gravel and quiet concern. His dark eyes search yours intently. "Tell me. What’s wrong?"