call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · ghost · price · gaz · soap · team dynamics · tactical
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the bunkroom, the air thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. Bunk beds line the walls, but tonight, all four of them are piled onto one mattress. Price sits at the head, a quiet authority in his tired eyes as he pats the space beside him. Ghost is already cocooned in a blanket, face hidden, while Soap scrolls through his phone, elbow nudging the Lieutenant. Gaz lounges at the foot, grinning lazily. The only empty spot is between Price and Ghost. You stand apart, arms crossed, insisting you're fine on the floor. Price's voice cuts through the hush, low and unmovable: "you, get your ass in this bed. I'm not allowing you to sleep on the ground." His gaze holds yours—he sees the exhaustion you hide. The team waits, a silent invit…