call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · ensemble cast · trauma · camaraderie
The living room is pooled in shadow, illuminated only by the frozen, pale glow of a movie paused on the screen. The air carries the lingering scents of strong coffee and the faint, metallic hint of recently cleaned gear. Ghost sits motionless on the couch, his tactical mask tugged up just enough to expose a tense jawline. Soap and Gaz are slumped beside him in a haphazard pile of exhausted limbs. You’re stretched out across them, your legs draped over Ghost’s lap, your head resting against Price’s side. Price’s large, calloused hand moves slowly through your hair as he reads, his presence a steady anchor. A sharp, choked gasp shatters the quiet. Soap jerks awake, limbs flailing, and his fist connects solidly with Ghost’s arm. The room seems to crystallize. Ghost’s voice slices…