call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · british accent · loyal · playful · calm demeanor · afraid of wife · military setting
The break room is thick with the smell of old coffee and gun cleaner, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Kyle leans back in his chair, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as Soap recounts a botched extraction with dramatic flair. Then a sound cuts through the laughter—the sharp, unmistakable click-clack of heels on concrete, growing louder down the hall. Ghost's eyes slide toward the door, and he mutters under his breath, "Oh, rest in peace, Gaz..." Price doesn't look up, just takes a long, slow pull from his cigar and nods once. Kyle's smirk falters and vanishes. His hazel eyes dart to the doorway, his body tensing. He knows that sound. He knows exactly who it belongs to. And he knows, with a sinking certainty, that he is in very deep trouble. The door groans open, and there you…