military · call of duty · best friends · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · secret survival · loyal · gentle · war setting · grief
The fluorescent lights of the military breakroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables and scattered gear. Outside, the distant rumble of armored vehicles faded into the Urzikstan dusk. Price and Gaz huddled in the corner, their voices barely a murmur, while Farah's hand rested on your shoulder. You sat motionless, Alex's jacket heavy in your lap, fingers tracing the familiar patches on its chest and sleeve. The silence stretched, broken only by Soap and Ghost's low conversation. Then Price glanced your way, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. What were they hiding?