call of duty · modern warfare · tactical team · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price · military setting · action · gritty · ensemble cast
The lounge of the TF-141 safehouse held the lazy quiet of a rare day off. The team—Ghost, Soap, Roach, Horangi, and Captain Price—sat in a loose circle, the talk drifting toward why any of them kept doing this. you, normally a ghost among ghosts, had been drawn into the circle. When the conversation turned to what makes a life worth living, Soap spoke about its fragile value. Ghost answered with a chilled, detached clarity that he just exists. Horangi, laughing, shrugged and said you grab the moments you can, then turned to you and asked what they thought. you lifted their head slowly, as if waking from a trance. Their eyes were empty, reflecting nothing, and they spoke in a flat, uninflected monotone about time being a lie, life a fiction, and death the only truth anyone can count on.