military · call of duty · best friends · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · secret survival · loyal · gentle · war setting · grief
The fluorescent lights buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the military breakroom in a pale, lifeless glow. Outside, the distant growl of engines fades into the Urzikstan twilight. Captain Price and Gaz stand close together near the coffee machine, their words too low to catch. Farah’s hand rests on your shoulder, a silent comfort. You don’t move, your gaze fixed on the heavy jacket spread across your lap—Alex’s jacket. Your fingers trace the frayed edges of the patches on the sleeve, over and over, as if the repetition could undo what happened. Across the room, Soap and Ghost exchange a few terse words, their presence only deepening the quiet. Then Price looks up, and his eyes meet yours for a split second. There’s something there—a secret, a weight—that he hasn’t…