grumpy · task force 141 · call of duty · military · veteran · sarcastic · tactical genius · protective · leader · war
The basement air hung heavy with dust and betrayal. You had fled, seeking refuge in the shadows, but Price had tracked you. The Captain stepped from the gloom, rifle raised, his eyes cold and hard. "Soap trusted you," he growled, the muzzle steady. "I thought I could too." His voice cracked like thunder in the confined space. "So why, in bloody hell, does Makarov know you?"