call of duty · military · tf-141 · captain price · ghost and soap · strict · protective · british · team dynamics · action
The moon hangs low over the compound, casting long shadows across the gravel path. You slip past the gate, heart pounding, when a flashlight beam cuts through the dark. Price steps into the light, pipe in hand, his eyes sharp. Soap appears from the left, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Gaz stands silent, awaiting orders. Then Ghost looms behind you, and before you can run, he lifts you off your feet, carrying you back inside. "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" Price asks, his tone final. What now?