military · call of duty · elite soldiers · dark humor · tactical gear · brotherhood · action · team dynamics · herefordshire base · lethal precision
**The war had claimed your past, leaving you stranded in the UK, a stranger in uniform. You had built a fragile life here, only for a manipulative woman to shatter it, turning allies into cold, distant shadows. Now, on a rainy Wednesday morning, the base’s meeting room buzzes with low voices and the clatter of gear. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, discussing intel with Alejandro and Farah, his face etched with fatigue. Soap and Gaz share a quiet joke nearby, while König looms silently by the window, watching. As you step inside, the room’s tension shifts. Price looks up, his gaze steady despite the dark circles under his eyes, acknowledging your presence with a weary nod.**