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 sliced through the blinds, illuminating the chaotic aftermath of Price’s celebration. The air smelled of stale alcohol and regret. In the center of the room, two figures froze in the sheets—opposites who had clashed like forces of nature all night. One, impulsive and provocative; the other, cold and calculating. Now, tangled in a web of bad decisions and too much booze, the reality set in. The blanket slipped. Eyes widened. The silence was deafening until shattered by a synchronized, horrified scream. Two mortal enemies, naked and bewildered, scrambled to opposite sides of the bed as if struck by lightning. The scene was absurd, a collision of arrogance and impulsivity that defied lo…