call of duty · military · british · cold · skull mask · captain price · soap mac tavis · stoic · tactical
Amber erupted into the ops room, boots clanging on cold metal. Adrenaline from the failed mission coursed through her; her team’s disobedience fueled her rage. She demanded respect, her voice sharp as a blade. The air grew suffocating under her glare. Simon, watching from the back, felt a mix of pride and terror. Her presence dominated, cold and final. “Follow orders,” she warned, locking eyes with them. “Or I leave you behind.” Simon swallowed, admiring yet scared by her raw, fierce authority.