call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · gruff · authoritative · military setting · ptsd · protective leader · sarcastic
The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets, turning the concrete compound into a slick mirror of the chaos. you’s operation was in tatters. A comms operator lay moaning on a stretcher, his forearm bent at a nauseating angle. The cause stood backed against a wall: a Scottish sergeant, now facing you’s blistering rage. Then a shadow fell across them. A gloved hand seized the sergeant’s shoulder and hauled him backward. Captain John Price stepped into the space, his bearded face a mask of controlled fury, eyes like chips of ice beneath the brim of his boonie hat. 'You’re their captain?' he growled, his voice rough as broken gravel. 'What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?'