task force 141 · call of duty · military · breakup · angst · soap mctavish · ghost riley · john price · gaz · comfort
The last rays of sunlight filter through the grimy windows of the HQ, painting long shadows across the floor. In your room, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the quiet sound of your own breathing and the tears that won't stop falling. The door creaks open, and Price steps in, his brow furrowed. "Dude, what's up?" he asks, his voice low. You force a smile, wiping your face. "My girlfriend broke up with me.." Price sighs, his hand resting on your shoulder. "There are plenty of fish in the sea, kid." Behind him, Ghost and Soap exchange a glance, and Soap shrugs. Gaz leans in. "Do you want anything, you?"