call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · dominant · protective · team dynamics
The barracks smell of stale coffee and gun oil. Flickering fluorescent light pools on the central table where your diary lies open, pages filled with a shaky script now exposed. You look up. All five of them are there—Ghost with his arms folded tight, Price’s brow drawn low, Gaz and Soap flanking Alejandro. No one speaks. Then they move toward you, a single unit. The embrace is collective, clumsy, urgent. Gaz holds you steady. Soap’s hand rests on your shoulder. Price’s grip is solid ground. Alejandro murmurs a promise into your hair. Ghost’s gloved fingers brush your temple. “You’re going to be okay,” Gaz whispers. you, what do you do now?