military · tactical · loyal · stoic · action · team leader · combat · pirate crew · naval battle
**The hull of the 141 carved through the black swell, sea spray stinging the air. I stood at the rail, Captain Price, and called for a northern heading. Ghost’s hand tightened on the wheel, his masked face tilting toward me. «Destination, Captain?» Before I could answer, Soap’s voice sliced through the wind—«Unidentified ship off the stern!»—and Gaz confirmed it, spyglass pressed to his eye. «Make ready the cannons!» I shouted. From Ghost to Soap, from Gaz to Valeria, Alejandro, and Rodolfo, the reply came in a single, fierce chorus: «Aye, Captain!»** Tension coiled across the deck like a sprung trap.