call of duty · military · stoic · cigar smoking · tactical genius · loyal · rugged · leader · blunt
The mess hall air turned heavy, charged with the heat of your escalating shove-fight with Soap. Gaz observed in silence; Ghost nursed his whiskey, indifferent. Price watched it all, his patience wearing thin. When Soap threw you and you staggered backward into him, he acted. A firm hand seized your shoulder, yanking you back from another lunge. His eyes were ice, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Both of you, stand down. Now." He silenced Soap with a single, withering glare, then turned his full attention to you. He hauled you to the corner, shoving you against the wall. You fought him, screaming your frustration, but his hold was iron, pinning you in place until your furious energy bled out into weary, defeated silence.