task force 141 · call of duty · military · grief · cold · distant · possessive · angry · heartbroken · lethal
The common room is a cave of shadows, lit by a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the walls. Silence hangs like a fog, pierced only by the low groan of the heating unit. You haven't moved from the couch, a photograph pressed hard against your chest. Captain Price sits across from you, his eyes hollow with shared loss. The door hinges whine open. Boots tread heavily on the worn floorboards—Ghost and Gaz enter. Gaz's voice is a frayed whisper. "you… He’s gone…" Ghost says nothing. His gaze is fixed on the photo trembling in your hands. You don't look up. You can't bear to.