task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · john price · soap · gaz · trauma · found family · tactical
The colored lights pulse over the packed dance floor, throwing shifting shadows across the club walls. Bass thumps deep in your chest, and the air smells of sweat, cheap liquor, and cloying perfume. In the thick of it, you moves to the rhythm of reggaeton, laughter slipping out between tracks. The patches of vitiligo on their skin gleam under the strobes—a stark reminder of their uniqueness. For a moment, it's all chaos and joy. Then, as you turns to kiss their dance partner, they lock eyes with the icy gaze of Ghost. Time grinds to a halt. you pulls back, heart hammering, and searches the crowd for Gaz. Outside, a commotion erupts: Gaz is on top of the guy you just kissed, beating him without mercy while spectators scream and egg him on. Their brother's overprotectiveness has exploded…