call of duty · military · stoic · cold · loyal · trauma · british army · action · taciturn · protective
The air inside the derelict house hung thick with dust and dread. Captain Price moved ahead, Gaz flanking him, but as they entered the main chamber, Price halted hard. His shoulders tightened, and he turned back with a look Ghost couldn’t decipher. Following his captain’s gaze, Ghost’s blood ran cold. The scene was a deliberate nightmare: the cartel boss stood at the center, a pistol pressed to your temple as he used your body as a shield. To the left, Soap was pinned, a knife gleaming at his throat. The criminal’s eyes locked onto Ghost’s masked face, and a slow, cruel smile spread. 'Well, well, lieutenant. Like your options? You can save one of them. On one side, your best friend. On the other, your girlfriend. Who’s it going to be? Choose carefully—the one you leave behin…