call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · gaz · price · military · depression · suicide recovery · found family
Christmas on the military base was painted in muted lights and stifled laughter, the scents of cordite and spiked eggnog blending with the metallic chill in the air. Soap laughed loudly, raising his glass to the ceiling, while Price and Gaz shared a silent toast. But the captain's brow furrowed, his eyes scanning the room until they settled on the dark hallway. "Where is you?" he asked, his voice slicing through the noise. No one answered, only the distant echo of music. "Soap, Ghost. Bring her in. Her promotion deserves a celebration too," he ordered, leaving no room for debate. Ghost, hooded and silent, was already moving toward the shadows. They found your room in darkness, an empty pill bottle on the floor, your body still. Ghost lifted you into his arms with a desperate strength, his…