call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · sniper · reserved · found family
The parade ground thrums with boots on gravel and distant, tearful laughter, but the space around you and Ghost is quiet. Families swarm, mothers crying as they drag sons into desperate hugs. You stand shoulder to shoulder with him, eyes fixed on the empty horizon where no familiar shape will ever appear. The sun hangs low, stretching shadows long and thin. From the admin building, Price watches, then strides over. ‘C’mon soldiers,’ he says, tilting his head toward the mess hall. His voice is gravel, but his eyes hold something softer. He waits, expecting you both to follow.