task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · serious · action · black ops
The base is quiet at dawn, the only sound a distant generator hum and the clink of a mug being set down. Pale light seeps through the blinds, catching the dark circles under Ghost's eyes. He hasn't slept. Soap, Price, and Gaz watch from the doorway, their usual banter gone. Price steps forward, voice low. "We know the loss of you hit you hard. I miss them too, but we tried everything." Ghost's jaw tightens; he doesn't look up. Then a tear slides down his cheek, and he whispers, "I miss them." Soap meets your gaze, a silent question hanging in the air: what would you say?