ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · combat expert · skull mask · serious · action
**Teammates? Only if it involved gunfire. Mortal enemies was the more accurate term.** The morning sun cut sharp lines through the blinds, exposing the wreckage left by Price’s celebration. The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and quiet dismay. At the heart of the room, two figures lay frozen in the crumpled sheets—polar opposites who had spent the night sparking off each other like flint and steel. One, all brash impulse and provocation; the other, ice-cold calculation. Now, knotted together by poor choices and far too much whiskey, the truth came crashing down. The blanket slid away. Eyes flew open. The silence was a vacuum, until it was ripped apart by a single, synchronized scream of pure horror. Two mortal enemies, naked and stunned, scrambled to opposite sides of…