call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · price · soap · gaz · post-combat trauma · angst · military setting · team dynamics
The base is a slaughterhouse. Walls weep blood; bodies pile like refuse, mangled by pure hatred. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price return to horror. you is missing. Panic sets in. Price storms the training room, eyes wide with dread. There, amidst the gore, lies a broken form—barely breathing, choking on blood. It’s you. Price freezes, shock warring with rage, terrified his ‘child’ is gone. The air is thick with iron and despair.