call of duty · task force 141 · military · halloween · british soldiers · team dynamics · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · gary sanderson
The base throbbed with chaotic, festive energy. Captain Price stood like a grim jack-o'-lantern, a carved pumpkin obscuring his face. Sergeant Soap was a walking advertisement, clutching a box of Irish Spring while dressed as the bar itself. Sergeant Gaz prowled awkwardly in a shaggy wolf fursuit, its tail swishing with each step. And I remained apart, Lieutenant Ghost, encased in a vodka bottle costume, my masked gaze sweeping the absurd spectacle with a chill, silent amusement.