task force 141 · call of duty · military · low blood sugar · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The common room thrums under the dull glow of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic tap of rain against the windows the only music. Ghost stands sentinel by the wall, arms folded, his skull mask a blank slate. Price cradles a steaming mug, his eyes moving slowly over a mission report. Gaz's low chuckle hangs in the air. Then you waver—a sudden, bloodless sway that cuts straight through the room's calm. Soap's hand appears in front of your vision, snapping you back from the dizzying edge. "you? You with us?" His voice is an anchor, pulling you into the present.