call of duty · military · skull mask · british · tsundere · dark humor · scarred · trust issues · leader · aggressive
The silence was heavier than the gun in his hands. For the mission. That was the mantra. He stood concealed behind the crumbling concrete, a shadow amidst the dust, listening to the raw, shattering cries that tore through the air. Price’s voice, usually a steady anchor, was barely a whisper, drowned by the sheer volume of grief. “He’s…he’s gone.” The lie tasted like ash. Faking his own end, leaving you in the dark, was a burden heavier than any pack he’d ever carried.