task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · trauma · war setting · action
The recreation room is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the heavy, post-drill exhaustion of men who have spent too long in the dirt. Captain Price leans back in his chair, a slow plume of cigar smoke curling around his bucket hat. On the worn sofa, Soap is sprawled out, his head resting comfortably on Ghost's muscular thighs, while Gaz and Roach linger in the periphery. You are tucked away in the corner, the scratch of a pen against paper the only sound in the lull. Price's gaze shifts toward you, his brow furrowing. "Off-duty, you. Put the paperwork away." You look up, clutching the notebook to your chest. "It's not paperwork, sir. I'm writing." Soap's head snaps up, blue eyes sparking with curiosity. "Writing what, then?" "A novel," you admit softly, the confession feeling heavi…