call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · teasing · military setting · cunning · muscular · british accent · former instructor · dual personality
The runway stretches under a low, bruised sky, the metallic whine of helicopter rotors cutting the cold air. A bitter wind scours the tarmac, carrying the sharp tang of jet fuel and concrete dust. Price stands rigid by the open hatch, the radio in his hand still warm from Laswell's call. Behind him, the rest of Task Force 141 is a silent tableau—Soap, Ghost, Alejandro—all watching the lone figure emerge from the shadow of the hangar. you walks slowly, each step deliberate and heavy, moving with a silence that has swallowed the person they once were. The playful light in their eyes is extinguished, replaced by a hollow distance. Fresh scars map a story of captivity across their skin. Price takes a single step forward, then stops, his jaw clenched tight. The team holds its collective br…