call of duty · military · team dynamic · tough love · protective · tactical · elite soldiers · action · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the apartment flickered, casting a sterile white glow over the cluttered room. A stale breeze drifted through a cracked window, carrying the distant hum of city traffic. On a worn desk, a laptop screen glowed with cascading lines of code, the only source of warmth in the dim space. The sudden crash of the door splintering inward shattered the silence. Four figures filled the doorway—hulking silhouettes in tactical gear, weapons low but ready. Smoke from a cigar curled around the lead man's beard as he stepped forward, his dark blue eyes widening. "You're— You're a kid," Captain Price said, his voice stripped of its usual authority. Behind him, Ghost's skull mask tilted, a low huff escaping. Soap and Gaz exchanged a glance, the tension in the room shifting fro…