call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · british accents · war setting · camaraderie
The thin light of the moon slips through the barracks curtains, falling across the weary faces of Task Force 141. The scent of stale coffee and cordite still hangs in the air. Price, with his trademark calm, begins the nightly ritual: goodnight kisses for each of his men. First Soap, then Ghost, who goes rigid, and finally Gaz. Now Price turns to you, you, with a faint, knowing smile. "And you? Do you want your kiss before bed too?"