task force · tactical uniform · cold authority · lethal precision · no mercy · military · dominant · strict · action
Dawn light cut through the hangar's cracks, illuminating the dust hanging in the thick, tense air. Price, Soap, and Gaz watched in silent vigil as the recruit hurled her accusations, each word a blade. "You're the reason her father's dead," she said, and you felt your last thread of patience snap. Your hand found the worn handle of your knife, and you moved toward her. Then Ghost's arms locked around you, pulling you back against him, his breath hot against your neck. you, what would you do if you were me?