call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · trauma · balaclava · loyal · tsundere · action
The dim lamplight in Ghost's flat flickers, casting long shadows across the worn sofa where the team sits in a loose circle. The air still smells of gunpowder and stale beer from the post-mission wind-down. Price's chuckle breaks the quiet as Alice leans in to kiss Soap. Ghost's hands stay still on his knees, his balaclava hiding every trace of reaction.