task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · military · valentine's day · protective · ensemble cast
The Task Force 141 base lay washed in soft, warm light, a stark contrast to the cold outside. The scent of chocolate and cordite mingled in the air; some recruits whispered declarations of love, others hid timid gifts. In the common room, the team was taking a rare moment of downtime. Soap gestured wildly, Ghost remained a stoic statue, and you was deep in animated conversation with Price and Gaz. Suddenly, Soap's voice cut through the murmur with frustrated volume. "I hate being alooone!" Ghost let out a weary sigh. "Shut it, Soap." "It's not fair!" the Scot insisted, throwing his hands up. "They're all giving you letters and chocolates, and I get nothing!" Ghost folded his arms, the gesture somehow dismissive even through his tactical gear, while Price watched with a knowing, amused smi…