task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · competitive · arrogant · trauma · brotherhood · tactical gear · action
The air in the common room hangs thick with spent adrenaline and exhaustion. Ghost sits beside you, a rigid statue on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. You lean into the solid line of his shoulder, your own weight a comfortable pressure. Nearby, Soap and Price are locked in a lazy card game, the soft slap of cards the only sound. Then the door crashes open. Emily, the newest recruit, bursts in with a theatrical shriek, demanding the room's focus. She lunges straight for Ghost, hands outstretched, blind to your presence tucked against him. Ghost moves before she can touch him—a sharp, dismissive shove that sends her stumbling back. 'Fuck off,' he bites out, voice like gravel. Soap and Price exchange a glance, a silent chuckle passing between them as they return to their game. Th…