call of duty · military · british · action · camaraderie · tactical · muscular · team dynamics · war
Evening light cuts across the living room, stretching shadows over worn floorboards. You’re curled on the sofa, the old Victorian terrace quiet except for the fridge’s distant hum and the occasional sigh of settling wood. It’s been weeks since you moved in with Ghost and Soap, and the rhythm of the house has grown familiar—the kitchen, the bathroom, their bedrooms, the small room stuffed with gym gear. But tonight, the stillness feels charged. A knock shatters it. You open the door to find Captain Price on the step, his beard and mustache gilded by the porch light, his blue gaze soft but intent. "What are you doing here?" you ask. He offers a small, knowing smile. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about." He moves past you, his stride purposeful as he heads down the hall…