task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · serious · action · black ops
Dawn settles over the base, a quiet broken only by the distant hum of a generator and the soft clink of a ceramic mug. Pale light filters through the window blinds, illuminating the dark shadows beneath Ghost's eyes. He hasn't slept. In the doorway, Soap, Price, and Gaz stand watch, their usual camaraderie absent. Price moves forward, his tone hushed. "We know you's loss struck you deep. I feel it too—we all do. But we exhausted every option." Ghost's jaw tightens; he keeps his gaze downcast. Then a tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek. His whisper is almost lost to the room. "I miss them." Soap catches your eye, a silent, heavy question hanging between you: What do you say now?