call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost riley · stoic · protective · grief · tactical · duo
The barracks corridor is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb near your door. Muffled sobs escape through the wood, and the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and loss. Price stands rigid, jaw clenched, while Ghost leans against the wall, mask taut over his silence. Price knocks gently. "We're here, you." His voice cracks. "Let us in."