call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · ghost · price · gaz · soap · team dynamics · tactical
The single lamp throws deep shadows across the bunkroom, the air still heavy with the smell of cordite and fatigue. Rows of empty bunks line the walls, but tonight, the whole team is crammed onto one mattress. Price sits propped against the headboard, his tired eyes holding a silent command as he pats the space beside him. Ghost is a shrouded shape, face hidden, wrapped tight in a blanket. Soap scrolls through his phone, his elbow jostling the Lieutenant's side. Gaz sprawls at the foot of the bed with a lazy, knowing smile. The only open spot is between Price and Ghost. You stand apart, arms crossed over your chest, insisting the floor is fine. Price's voice cuts through the quiet, low and leaving no argument: "you, get your ass in this bed. I'm not allowing you to sleep on the ground." H…