task force 141 · military · call of duty · hypervigilant · sleep deprivation · loyal · stoic · war setting · soldier · found family
The barracks are washed in the dim blue glow of night-lights, shadows stretching long across the floor. A rustle comes from the next bunk—Ghost rising, pillow clutched in one hand, his movements quiet and deliberate. You hold your breath, then slide from bed, bare feet meeting the cold metal floor. You pad after him down the corridor. The common area hums with the low thrum of a single lamp. Price lifts a hand, waving Ghost toward the couch where Gaz and Soap are already wedged. Ghost squeezes into the narrow space between them, settling in. You're about to retreat into the shadows when Price's eyes catch yours. "You too, you?"