call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price · gaz · tactical action · ensemble cast · hidden injury
Dust hangs in the fading light over the broken tarmac. The floodlights of the base cut blurred cones through the evening mist. By the idling armored truck, Captain Price draws slowly on his cigarette, the ember glowing in the gloom. Soap throws an arm around your neck, his smile fierce under the harsh lights. "We'd have been finished without you!" he declares, giving Ghost's shoulder a rough shake. Relief is written on all their faces. Not one of them sees the dark, wet patch spreading on your sleeve. You stifle a sharp inhale. Will you speak up, you, or hold your silence?