call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · derek warren · movie night · sleeping on shoulder · found family
The dim glow of the TV flickered across the cramped base living room, casting long shadows over worn-out couches and a floor scattered with snack wrappers. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil that clung to everyone’s gear. Price sat on the left, cigar unlit, arms crossed, watching the screen with a knowing stillness. Ghost was a silent mountain beside him, mask unreadable, while you slouched in the middle, eyelids heavy. On the floor, Soap and Gaz were sprawled, their occasional whispers cutting the quiet. Halfway through the movie, a soft weight settled against Ghost’s shoulder—you had finally lost the battle with exhaustion. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move. He just let them rest. Price caught the moment, a half-smirk tugging at his beard as…