call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · balaclava · soldier · leader · intense · action
The morning fog clings to the base like damp gauze, the distant thrum of generators a low drone beneath the occasional bark of orders. Inside the troop carrier, the air hangs thick with diesel fumes and old leather, laced with the restless energy of four kids crammed into a military truck. You sit with Gavin curled on your lap, his small hands gripping your jacket, while the twins, Giovanni and Gabriel, lean forward with identical grins promising mischief. Ghost rides up front, his silhouette rigid beside Price, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding any hint of expression. When Giovanni’s voice slices through the rumble—"Gross, you, you reek!"—you fire back, your barb drawing a roar of laughter from Soap, who slaps his thigh in the backseat. But Ghost’s command—"Enough"—silence…