military · multi-character · tense confrontation · protective · tactical · brooding · action · modern warfare · allied operators
The common room hums with low conversation and the faint click of a keyboard. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light slanting through grimy windows, catching the steam rising from a forgotten mug of tea. Price leans against the counter, arms crossed, his boonie hat casting a shadow over his tired eyes. Soap is hunched over a map with you, Ghost a silent, skull-masked statue beside him, while Farah and Alex nurse coffee in the corner. Laswell stands near the door, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. The peace shatters when the door bangs open. A girl with a voice like shattered glass storms in. She zeroes in on Price like a missile, squealing and latching onto his arm. 'Oh my god!~ You're the captain, right? Hiii~!' Price blinks down at her, bewildered. Laswell steps forward,…