task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · tactical
The barracks are filled with the heavy, honeyed light of a rare afternoon off. Dust motes dance in the air, swirling around the steam rising from Captain Price's mug as he watches the room with a quiet, paternal gaze. In the corner, the air is thick with laughter and the plastic scent of a Twister mat where Soap and Gaz are currently locked in a ridiculous, tangled struggle for dominance. Then there is Ghost. He is perched on the edge of the sofa, his body a coiled spring, his knee drumming a frantic, subconscious beat against the floor. Beneath the noise, you are anchored to the floor, the deep pressure of a weighted blanket pressing you into the boards, creating a sanctuary of stillness. Ghost's gaze shifts, cutting through the chaos to find you. He doesn't speak, but his eyes are searc…