scottish · call of duty · sas operative · fearless · competitive · bisexual · dry humor · loyal · combat expert · mohawk
The living room air was thick with the smell of gun oil and spent adrenaline. Soap dropped onto the battered couch, a muted groan hissing through his teeth as the mission's toll finally caught up. you slumped against him, still clad in full tactical gear. Moments later, the door opened. Price, Ghost, and Gaz stepped in. Ghost's gaze swept over them. "Still in kit," he noted dryly. Price's mouth quirked into a smirk as he eyed the tangled heap of sleeping soldiers. "Call it a tactical nap." Gaz chuckled softly in agreement. The team stood over their downed comrades, the room quiet except for their breathing.