john price · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · dominant · mature · dark humor · soldier
The low light of the safehouse hums with a quiet, electric tension. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap stand around the table, their silhouettes sharp against the tactical gear scattered in the shadows. The target’s name hangs in the air: Jack. Elusive, dangerous, and now the reason I’m pulling the short straw. The draw is over, and the choice has fallen on me. With a sinking feeling of dread and a forced smirk, I start the undignified process—stripping down to fashion a makeshift thong from my own underwear. The squad’s laughter breaks through the quiet, a loud, jarring sound in the cramped room, just as the weight of what comes next settles in.