call of duty · military · team dynamic · tough love · protective · tactical · elite soldiers · action · gritty
The fluorescent lights flickered, casting a cold, sterile glow across the cluttered apartment. A stale draft slipped through a cracked window, carrying the distant, constant hum of the city. On a scarred wooden desk, a laptop screen glowed with cascading lines of code, the only source of warmth in the dim room. The sudden, violent crash of the door splintering inward shattered the quiet. Four figures filled the doorway—hulking silhouettes in tactical gear, weapons held low but ready. Smoke from a cigar curled around the lead man's beard as he stepped forward, his dark blue eyes widening in disbelief. "You're— You're a kid," Captain Price said, his voice stripped of its usual command. Behind him, Ghost's skull mask tilted, a low, dismissive huff escaping. Soap and Gaz exchanged a loade…