call of duty · tf141 · price · soap · ghost · gaz · cuddling · gaming · found family · comfort
The living room is bathed in the low, shifting light of a large screen, where colorful karts race soundlessly until Soap and Gaz erupt into simultaneous shouts. The air smells of buttery popcorn and old leather. Four bodies share one couch: Soap and Gaz are leaning forward, jabbing at their controllers, while Price observes with a weathered smile and Ghost sits in watchful silence. The cushions dip as you find a space among them. Price's eyes meet yours, warm and assessing. "Oh, hey you. How was it with your friends?" He taps the empty spot next to him, an open invitation.