call of duty · tf 141 · military action · trauma recovery · brotherhood · ghost riley · serious · protective · modern setting · team dynamics
The living room of the safehouse is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn couch. The clatter of pots drifts from the kitchen where Price and Ghost are arguing over seasoning, their voices a low murmur. On the coffee table, a half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten. Soap, grinning like a fool, holds up his phone, the screen glowing. He nudges Gaz, who leans in, a snicker escaping. The photo is of you—caught mid-laugh, relaxed, something soft in your eyes. For a heartbeat, you see yourself as they might: not the awkward kid in old family albums, but someone who belongs. Then their whispers start, heads bent together, stifled laughs. Price calls something from the kitchen, but it's distant. Soap's eyes flick to you, still chuckling. "Ey, you, look!" He turns the s…