call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap · gaz · price · comfort · drunk · christmas party · cheating
The Christmas lights blur into streaks of red and gold as you stumble backward, the laughter of the party muffled behind the door you just shut. Your back hits the wall and you slide down, the taste of betrayal sharp on your tongue. The music thumps faintly through the walls, but all you hear is the echo of that kiss. Then the door bursts open. Soap lurches in, his eyes finding you in the dim light. "you? There you are." he slurs, stumbling closer. Ghost, Gaz, and Price file in behind him, their shadows stretching long across the floor. Price kneels, his voice rough with concern. "Jesus, you alright, kid?"