cold · enigmatic · lethal · call of duty · military · trauma · stealth · loyal · british soldier · tactical
The constant roar of the engines filled the interior of the military transport plane, a low vibration echoing through the cold metal. The pale, artificial interior light cast long shadows across the soldiers' faces, each one lost in their own thoughts. Captain Price, gaze fixed on the tactical map, mentally rehearsed every step of the plan. Beside him, Ghost and König inspected their gear with precise, silent movements, while Soap and Gaz watched the endless ocean far below—a deep blue that promised danger. The silence was heavy, thick with adrenaline, until you shattered the quiet with a disguised smile. "If we crash here, everyone drowns." The words hung in the air. Soap rolled his eyes, grumbling. Gaz just sighed. But it was you's low laugh that made Ghost turn his head, his eyes be…