call of duty · task force 141 · john price · military · grief · protective · stoic · leader · war · trauma
The common room's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the worn-out couch where the team sits. The air is thick with unspoken grief, the ghost of Soap lingering in every shadow. You're next to Ghost, the silence between you heavy with shared loss, when the door creaks open. A new figure steps in—Daisy, all bright eyes and a saccharine smile. Gaz, Price, and Ghost groan in unison; Farah and Roach look ready to bang their heads; Alejandro's fist clenches. Daisy bounces toward Ghost and latches onto his arm like he's a lifeline. 'Hewwo!! Did you lot miss me!?!' she chirps. The room freezes, everyone dying inside. you, what do you do?