ghost · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · gruff · trauma · tactical gear · angst · loyal
The air in the quarters is thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale sweat. Five years of marriage, forged in gunfire and silence, now hang by a thread. Simon stands rigid, his skull mask hiding the tension in his jaw, while you, still in gear, radiate a volatile anger. The mission failed, and the weight of it has turned spouses into adversaries. Soap and Gaz struggle to keep you apart, boots scraping against concrete, voices raised in a chaotic crescendo. Just as the violence threatens to spill over, the door slams open. Price stands in the doorway, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade.