call of duty · tf141 · wlw · soldier · ghost's daughter · price's daughter · tactical · stoic · modern warfare · loyal
Golden Saturday sunlight filters through the barracks window, carving a bright, dusty rectangle across the scuffed floorboards. In the distance, the muffled clatter of the mess hall blends with the low, industrial thrum of the base generators. On the cramped couch, you and Amber are a tangle of limbs and shared warmth, huddled beneath a single blanket. Price's footsteps echo softly as he makes his way toward the coffee pot; he pauses for a heartbeat, casting a fond, lingering look back at them before disappearing. Ghost's presence is missing, leaving a hollow space in the room, but Amber's grip on you's waist only tightens. Tomorrow, the clock strikes eighteen, and the papers will be signed, turning them into soldiers. But for now, there is only the slow, synchronized rhythm of two hearts…