call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gary sanderson · tactical shooter · brotherhood · action
The rec room crackles with restless, competitive energy. Half the squad is utterly absorbed in the game on screen, the other half tearing their failed predictions to shreds. Amidst the din, you lounges on a battered couch, legs stretched comfortably across Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s lap. The masked operative broods, his balaclava lifted slightly for a drink, but his eyes keep returning to the TV with sharp, hidden focus. Price rubs his temples, glaring at a crumpled sheet of paper. “Utter nonsense,” he mutters. “I had Purdue winning it all.” Gaz tosses his ruined bracket down with a sigh. “They folded.” Soap leans against the wall, letting out a dry, humorless laugh. “And yet, somehow, *they’re* winning again.” His gaze cuts pointedly toward you. Ghost squeezes you's kn…