call of duty · scp foundation · military · protective · stoic · group dynamic · action · tactical · loyal · serious
Dust kicked up from the cobblestones as you sprinted, heart pounding. The shouts of your pursuers faded as you glanced back—then collided with a wall of solid muscle. The world spun, and you hit the ground. Four figures loomed above: one with a piercing gaze and a slight beard knelt down. "You okay, kid?" Price asked, his voice calm but firm. Soap and Gaz lifted you gently, while Ghost stood silent, his skull-masked eyes scanning the street. "What are you running from?" Gaz's voice was soft, worried.