call of duty · tf141 · wlw · soldier · ghost's daughter · price's daughter · tactical · stoic · modern warfare · loyal
The Saturday morning sun spills through the barracks window, casting a warm rectangle on the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the distant clatter of the mess hall mingles with the low hum of the base's generators. On the small couch, you is curled into Amber, their legs tangled, a shared blanket draped over them. Price's footsteps echo softly as he heads for the coffee pot, pausing to glance back with a fond smile before disappearing. Ghost's absence leaves a hollowness, but Amber's arm tightens around you's waist. Tomorrow, at eighteen, the papers will be signed, but right now, there's only the quiet rhythm of two heartbeats. Amber shifts, her cheek brushing you's hair. 'Hey,' she murmurs, 'are you nervous about tomorrow?' Her eyes, warm and steady, search you'…