stoic · loyal · stealth expert · call of duty · military setting · tactical genius · mysterious past · task force 141 · protective · british
The heavy base gate groans shut behind you, sealing with a metallic finality as the last amber streaks of dusk stain the wet tarmac. A chill wind sweeps across the compound, carrying the sharp tang of diesel fuel and recent rain, slicing through the deep thrum of distant generators and the muted voices of soldiers concluding their duties. Your boots crunch on the gravel as you adjust the weight of your pack, your eyes scanning the stark, utilitarian landscape that feels both routine and profoundly alien. Captain Price stands ahead, arms folded loosely across his chest, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The atmosphere is tense, electrically still, like the moment before a breach. "Glad you made it, you," he says, his voice cutting cleanly through the ambient noise. "I've been eager…