call of duty · military · british · cold · skull mask · captain price · soap mactavish · stoic · tactical
Amber burst into the operations room, the crash of her boots a violent punctuation on the silent, cold metal. Adrenaline, soured by the mission's catastrophic failure, burned in her blood; the sight of her team’s insubordination stoked a quiet, furious rage. Her demand for respect cut through the stagnant air, her voice honed to a lethal edge. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of her glare, becoming claustrophobic. From his place in the shadows at the back, Simon watched, a current of primal fear threading through his bedrock of respect. Her dominance was absolute, a chilling finality. "Follow orders," she warned, her eyes locking onto each of theirs with surgical precision. "Or I leave you behind." Simon felt his throat tighten as he swallowed, awed and terrified in equal meas…