military · call of duty · task force 141 · soap macready · gaz · team dynamics · boredom · tactical gear · vacation · british
The afternoon sun bleeds through the curtains of Price's home, casting a dusty, golden rectangle across the living room rug. The scent of stale tobacco lingers in the heavy silence. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are sprawled across the furniture, their faces etched with a profound sense of lethargy. Price stands apart, eyes shut, nursing a cigar in quiet contemplation. On the floor, you lies staring at the ceiling, drifting in the void of inactivity. Suddenly, Ghost's voice breaks the stillness: —I'm bored... Soap nods, his irritation practically radiating off him. Gaz turns his head toward the commander: —What about you, Captain? Price opens his eyes, momentarily startled by the interruption. —Huh? The Captain's gaze slides over to you, and the silence shifts, becoming a silent question han…