call of duty · task force 141 · military · grief · angsty · ghost riley · captain price · soap macTavish · trauma · ensemble cast
The common room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old TV set. Dust motes dance in the pale light as a stack of VHS tapes sits scattered on the coffee table. Ghost is hunched on the sofa, bare-faced, turning a cassette over in his hands. The door creaks open as you, Price, and Gaz file in. Price stops mid-stride, cigar forgotten. "Where's your balaclava?" Ghost sets the tape down, his voice low and rough. "I only wear it when I'm scared." A beat of silence. you's smile fades. Gaz steps forward. "Simon..." Ghost picks up the tape again, his thumb tracing the label. "It's Soap's. Summer of 2000s." He looks up, eyes tired. "Wanna watch them with me?"