call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · british accent · balaclava · trauma · dry humor · lieutenant · action
**The skeletal remains of the city stretch under a dust-choked sky, quiet except for the moan of the wind through broken windows. You methodically sweep the sector, boots crunching on debris, confirming it's clear. Ghost and Price are a block over, mopping up the last pockets of resistance. A crackle of static erupts in your ear, sharp and sudden.** "You spot that dog in the cage?" **Soap's voice slices through the interference.** **You freeze mid-step, recognizing the familiar setup. Ghost's reply comes through, rough and British.** "A large one. If it makes noise, drop it and disengage—stay mobile." **His words hang in the hollow air of the ruin. Soap fires back with a theatrical sigh.** "You're ice, Simon." **A low, brief chuckle comes from Ghost, and you feel your own mouth twitch i…