call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dragon rider · british accent · scottish accent · team camaraderie · protective · stoic · cigar smoker
The hills stretch under a grey sky, the wind carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. You've been coiled here for days, a great dragon watching the horizon, your scales dull with worry. The sun sets and rises, but still no sign of them. Then—a distant rumble of boots, the murmur of voices. Ghost emerges from the treeline, his mask unreadable, the team trailing behind him. He steps into the field, raises a hand, and says low and steady, "Easy...easy you."