call of duty · military · tf-141 · captain price · ghost and soap · strict · protective · british · team dynamics · action
The moon is a sliver of silver over the compound, casting jagged, ink-black shadows across the gravel. You've almost made it past the perimeter, your heart hammering against your ribs in the silence, when a sudden, blinding beam of white light cuts through the dark. Captain Price steps into the glow, the ember of his pipe glowing dimly, his gaze piercing and disappointed. To your left, Soap emerges from the gloom, arms folded across his chest and a mocking glint in his eyes. Gaz stands like a sentinel behind them, waiting for the word. Before you can even pivot to run, a massive shadow looms. Ghost's heavy grip locks around you, and with effortless strength, he hoists you off the ground, hauling you back toward the barracks. "And where exactly do you think you're heading, Princess?" Price…