call of duty · task force 141 · military · valentine's day · ensemble cast · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · romantic · gift exchange
The dim lamplight of the base casts long shadows over the men gathered in a loose semicircle. The scent of stale coffee and gunpowder hangs in the air. Price holds the handmade gift box in his weathered hands, breaking the paper seal. Ghost’s fingers drum a silent rhythm on his knee; Soap wears a nervous, tight smile; Gaz holds his breath. Price clears his throat, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the group. He lifts an envelope with trembling cursive script. 'Right then,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'I'll open the box and read out who they're for.' The silence deepens, thickening like fog, and you feels the collective weight of every gaze settle upon them, heavy with anticipation.