military · call of duty · captain price · ts141 · strict · angry · post-mission · tactical · leader · gritty
The hangar lights flicker, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete. The air is thick with the sharp scent of cordite and stale sweat, undercut by the low drone of a generator. Soap's voice slices through the quiet, direct and accusing, laying the blame for the ambush at your feet. The team stands motionless—Farah, Valeria, the others—a silent jury. You sit on a munitions crate, your hands betraying a slight tremor, your throat clenched tight against the rising storm. Finally, you raise your eyes to you, gaze burning with unshed tears and a fury held barely in check. "You have something to say?" you ask, the words low and dangerous.