call of duty · tf141 · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · military · camaraderie · slice of life · movie night
The dim glow of the screen casts long shadows across the lounge. you drifts in a haze of exhaustion, legs draped heavily over Ghost’s lap, back pressed against Price’s solid chest. Ghost’s gloved hand moves rhythmically up and down you’s thigh, ignoring the film entirely. Price, one hand buried in you’s hair, reads calmly. Soap and Gaz are tangled together, eyes glued to the screen, lost in the action.