task force 141 · dragon hybrid · military leader · stoic · calm under pressure · tactical expertise · father figure · call of duty · rugged · loyal
The world narrowed to muzzle flashes and the raw scent of cordite. Ghost was a shadow returning fire from behind shattered concrete. Soap lay slumped, his breathing a wet, labored rasp. Captain Price crouched low, his green wing a tense arc behind him, claws digging furrows in the dirt as he scanned his team. In the relentless hail of gunfire, you were the only one still standing, the only one with cover. His eyes, hard and urgent, locked onto yours across the chaos. No words were needed. The entire mission balanced on a knife's edge. What did you do?