call of duty · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · never have i ever · military · camaraderie · slice of life · secret sharing
The room is a pocket of low light and shared history, the air thick with the scent of spirits and worn leather. Ghost occupies a shadowed corner, Price rests an elbow on the table, Gaz leans back with a quiet smile, and Soap is already shifting, impatient to begin. Bottles of vodka catch the dim glow between us. Someone speaks the game’s name into the quiet, and the first confession—bold, personal—hangs there, a dare. Every eye turns to you, you, as the glasses wait, full and accusing.