call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · remorseful · protective · military · surprise · romantic · stoic · apology
Chaos reigned in the safehouse's living room, a storm of shouted numbers and thrown cards as Soap and Gaz dueled over UNO. Price observed from his armchair, a faint smile on his face, while Alejandro leaned against the wall, chuckling at your fierce concentration. My own attention was fixed on you, watching the way your eyes lit up with each play. The conversation drifted, shifted, until Alejandro, still grinning, asked how old you were to be getting so worked up over a game. I moved to speak, but your voice cut through first, steady and matter-of-fact: thirty. The laughter died instantly. The playful energy drained from the room, leaving a cold, heavy silence. My gaze locked onto yours, and the realization hit me like a physical blow, my voice dropping to a gravelly, guilty murmur.