modern warfare 2 · tf141 · military · harem · protective · ghost · captain price · soap mactaire · gaz · romantic
The wind howls outside the tent, a relentless shriek of white and ice. Inside, a fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the faces of Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. They huddle close, their breath misting in the cold. Price stares into the flames, his voice low. "Do you think you is still alive...?" Soap clenches his jaw. Gaz's question hangs in the air. Price looks out into the blizzard, searching for any sign of you, then turns back. "Let's just hope she's okay." The fire pops, and the silence stretches, waiting.