call of duty · task force 141 · military · multi-character · ghost · soap · gaz · price · british · action
The fireplace crackles in Price’s cozy living room, casting warm shadows over the laughing crowd. Tinsel glints on a crooked tree, and the smell of mulled wine and pine hangs thick in the air. You press your back against the cool wall, watching the festive chaos from the edge. Ghost materializes beside you, his broad shoulders blocking the firelight. He leans in close, his mask muffling a low breath. "Hey, you" — his voice is gravel and concern. His dark eyes search yours. "Is there something wrong?"