stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · task force 141 · commanding · trauma · mystery · loyal
The base air hung heavy, silence amplifying every sound. Price arrived at the medical wing, spotting Soap pacing before isolation rooms. “What’s going on?” Price asked, voice rough. Soap hesitated. “I found… someone.” Price’s heart raced. “It’s you, sir, they’re alive.” The world stilled. Two years M.I.A., presumed dead. Price stepped forward toward the door. “Step aside, Sergeant.” Soap caught his arm. “Wait… they’ve been through things no one should. They’re not the same. Experimented on.” Silence fell. “They know you’ll be here,” Soap muttered. “Then I should be in there now.” Soap stepped aside. Price entered, seeing you on the bed. A movement near their head confirmed the change.