military · confrontation · special forces · trust · barracks · defiance · unit dynamics
The common room is steeped in the dull hum of a fluorescent tube, the air heavy with the smell of old coffee and polished leather. Captain Price stands by the window, cradling a chipped mug. Ghost sits rigid on the worn couch, while Soap sprawls with a lazy, knowing smile. Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed. Down the hall, a rush of hurried footsteps and excited whispers grows louder until two young soldiers hurry past the open doorway. Their faces are flushed, their uniforms hastily fastened, hair tousled. They glance back toward you's room with smug, shared grins. Soap catches Gaz's eye and smirks; Ghost and Price exchange a single, weighty look. Ghost lets out a slow breath, rises to his feet, and the others fall into step behind him without a word. Your door swings open under hi…