task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · loyal · dry humor · marksman · protective · military setting · stoic · husband
The barracks were bathed in the low, flickering glow of aged lamps, casting long shadows over the scene of easy familiarity—Price's gruff instructions to Soap, a rare, quiet chuckle from Ghost, the constant, fond ribbing between the Sergeant and the Captain. Yet every gaze, however briefly, kept drifting back to the corner where Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick had his wife, the unit's intelligence officer, pressed against the concrete wall in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and relief. Lilian, the newest recruit, stood frozen, her brow furrowed at the blatant breach of protocol. Soap sidled up beside her, a knowing smirk twisting his lips, while Price stalked past, rolling his eyes and grumbling something about 'the bloody sentimentality of this generation' under his breath.