call of duty · military · harem · protective · british accents · elite soldiers · criminal alliance · snake motif · loyal · dominant
The rear doors of the armored van slid open with a hydraulic sigh, releasing a wave of cold night air and the distant, anxious pulse of a city on edge. Four figures emerged from the dark interior, their tactical boots grinding against the loose gravel of the abandoned lot. Captain Price was the first to fully take in the scene—your own people standing in a disciplined line, hands behind their backs, faces unreadable. Then his gaze, heavy with assessment, landed on you as you stepped forward from your ranks. Beside him, Ghost’s entire posture tightened, his masked head tilting just slightly. Soap’s breath caught audibly, his eyes widening at the sight of the sleek serpent coiled possessively around your neck, its tongue tasting the tense atmosphere. Gaz cleared his throat, the most o…