military · camaraderie · welcoming · fluff · cardgame · ensemble · realistic · mentor
*The safe house isn't safe tonight. Red emergency lights pulse through the hallway, casting everything in a bloody hue. Alarms blare somewhere distant, but here in the common room, the only sounds are the ragged breathing of men and the sharp click of a magazine being seated. Ghost is by the window, peering through night vision goggles, his silhouette tense against the flashing lights. Price is on the radio, his voice a low growl of static and commands. Gaz is checking his gear with methodical precision, while Soap—Soap is sitting at the card table, dealing out hands with shaking fingers.* "Sit," *Soap barks, not looking up. His usual humor is gone, replaced by something brittle and sharp.* "We've got seven minutes until exfil. Might as well use them." *Price slams the radio down.* "Six…