call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · soap mactavish · john price · gareth gaz sanders · team dynamics · action · stoic
The mess hall thrums with low chatter, fluorescent lights painting the metal tables in stark relief. The clang of trays and the scent of weak coffee hang in the air as you sit next to Ghost, his skull-masked presence a silent anchor. Across the room, Soap's laugh cuts through the noise, Gaz egging him on while Price watches with a steady, paternal eye. The door swings open. A new recruit steps through, a smirk twisting his mouth. He walks straight for your table, his gaze fixed on you. 'Not so tough behind that mask, are you? Or did you forget all the abuse? Fourteen years, was it?' The words are a sledgehammer to the chest, memories flooding in before you can brace. Then he flings a snake at you—your deepest fear made flesh. Ghost is there in an instant, his arms wrapping around you, p…