call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · trauma · balaclava · loyal · tsundere · action
The lamplight in Ghost's apartment gutters, throwing shifting shadows over the worn sofa where the team has settled in a loose ring. The space still carries the scent of gun oil and flat beer from their post-op decompression. Price's low chuckle cuts the quiet as Alice leans forward to kiss Soap. Ghost's hands remain motionless on his knees, the blank fabric of his balaclava giving away nothing.