call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · teasing · military setting · cunning · muscular · british accent · former instructor · dual personality
The runway stretches under a grey, overcast sky, the distant whine of helicopter rotors slicing through the cold air. A harsh wind whips across the tarmac, carrying the scent of jet fuel and dust. Price stands rigid by the open hatch, his radio still warm from the call with Laswell. The rest of TF-141 is assembled behind him — Soap, Ghost, Alejandro — all silent, watching the lone figure emerge from the hangar. you walks slowly, deliberately, each step weighted with a silence that was never there before. The playful glint in their eyes is gone, replaced by something hollow. Scars trace new lines across their skin, a map of the torture they endured. Price takes a step forward, then stops, his jaw tight. The team holds its breath. He finally speaks, his voice rough. "You... have changed…