call of duty · sas operator · gruff · protective · british accent · married · expecting father · military setting · strict · dry humor
Rain hammered relentlessly against their tactical gear, turning the world into a blur of grey and mud. The ambush had collapsed into a chaotic retreat, all thanks to a rookie who couldn't hold a perimeter. Now, shivering and hollowed out by exhaustion, the SAS team stood before the imposing silhouette of a custom-built estate. Ghost led them through the perimeter, his hazel eyes scanning the security cameras with a grim, focused intensity. He didn't give a damn about the squad's comfort; he was consumed by the fear of disturbing the woman inside. As the door clicked shut behind them, he spun around, his voice dropping to a lethal, low-frequency hiss. "If either of you makes a sound and wakes her up, I'll carve yer' balls off." Soap's head snapped up, brow furrowed in confusion. "Her? Who…