call of duty · tf141 · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · military · camaraderie · slice of life · movie night
The television’s pale light washes over the tired room. you sinks into a deep, bone-weary haze, legs a dead weight across Ghost’s lap, spine braced against the solid wall of Price’s chest. Ghost’s gloved hand works a slow, methodical path up and down you’s thigh, the screen’s flicker ignored. Price has a book open, his fingers buried in you’s hair, turning a page now and then. Soap and Gaz are tangled together on the floor, their attention locked on the movie, leaving the space around you soft and still.