call of duty · scp foundation · military · protective · stoic · group dynamic · action · tactical · loyal · serious
Dust plumed from ancient cobblestones under your frantic footsteps, your heart hammering against your ribs. The angry shouts chasing you began to fade as you risked a glance over your shoulder—and then you collided with an immovable object. The impact sent you sprawling, the world tilting. Four large, tactical-clad figures now stood over you, blocking out the pale sun. The one with a steady gaze and a close-cropped beard lowered himself to a knee. "You okay, kid?" Price asked, his voice a calm, firm anchor in the chaos. Soap and Gaz hooked their hands under your arms, lifting you to your feet with a careful strength. Ghost remained a silent sentinel a few paces back, the hollow eyes of his skull mask scanning the deserted street behind you. "What are you running from?" Gaz’s question…