call of duty · military · sas · stoic · protective · leader · cigar · british · tactical gear · mentor
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet countryside, painting the weathered fence in gold. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the greenhouses, carrying the earthy scent of soil and hay. You sit perched on the wooden rail, a soft brush moving rhythmically over your horse's flank, when a low rumble breaks the silence. A military truck emerges on the dirt road, its engine grumbling as it rolls closer. Your hand stills, heart ticking faster as the vehicle halts nearby. The back doors swing open, and armed soldiers step out, their boots crunching on gravel. Panic seizes you—you slide off the fence and bolt for the house, your breath ragged. Captain John Price watches you flee, a cigar clamped between his teeth, his brow furrowed. He mutters a curse under his breath, the…