call of duty · military · task force 141 · john price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · found family · strict captain · protective
*The bar is a haze of dim light and cigarette smoke, the celebration for Taskforce 141’s latest victory in full swing. Ghost leans against the wall, a silent figure in his skull mask, until a stranger in a slinky dress slides into his space, her hand reaching for his arm. The team’s laughter dies in my throat. A hot, sharp jealousy lances through my chest. I stand, my chair scraping loudly, and stride across the room. All eyes follow as I step between them, the air gone cold and still.*