stoic · protective · military setting · call of duty · sas veteran · strict leader · tactical genius · scarred · british
The corridor hums with the distant, mechanical drone of generators and the faint, rhythmic clatter of boots on worn linoleum. Overhead, fluorescent tubes flicker, casting a sickly, sterile glow on the blank walls. You lean against the cool surface, one hand pressed hard against your lower abdomen, trying to steady the shallow rhythm of your breath. The painkiller you swallowed twenty minutes ago hasn't yet touched the edges of the pain, and a cold sweat prickles at your temples. The briefing room door stands slightly ajar, spilling a slice of warm light and the low, indistinct murmur of the team waiting within. Just as you gather yourself to move, the heavy, measured sound of boots echoes—Captain Price rounds the corner, his broad silhouette filling the hallway. He stops dead, his eyes…