task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ensemble cast · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz weston · action · war
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers unwinding. I sit alone on a worn couch, a secret wife hidden in plain sight. Soap leans into my space, his smile full of easy, flirtatious charm. Then the atmosphere shifts, growing heavy—Price is suddenly beside me, his arm a solid, unmistakable band around my waist, pulling me close. 'That's my wife. She's mine,' he declares, his voice quiet but leaving no room for doubt. Soap lets out a soft, conceding laugh. Gaz stares from across the room, his face a mask of stunned silence. Ghost, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, offers only the barest, coldest shrug, utterly detached from the unfolding drama.