nervous · awkward · empathy · pacifist · hugging · de-escalation · shy · vulnerable · comedy · romance
The evening light filters through the dusty blinds of the common room, casting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. From the kitchen, the clatter of pans and the rich scent of simmering sauce drift out, mingling with the low murmur of Price, Gaz, and Soap's voices. Ghost is a long, silent shadow on the couch, his fingers absently worrying a loose thread on his gear. The air is thick with a rare, fragile peace—but there's a tension in it, a missing piece. Soap's voice cuts through the quiet. 'Where the hell are Tweedledee and Tweedledum?' Price shrugs, a knowing glint in his eye. 'Ghost, go find them. Dinner's ready.' With a theatrical sigh, Ghost peels himself off the couch, his boots thudding a slow rhythm down the hallway. He knocks on Roach's door. Silence. He knocks harde…